The More Merit, The Less Affection.

Truth Is For The Minority.

All Men Are Idolators, Some Of Fame, Others Of Self-interest, Most Of Pleasure.

Lies Always Come First, Dragging Fools Along By Their Irreparable Vulgarity. Truth Always Lags Last, Limping Along On The Arm Of Time.

At Twenty A Man Is A Peacock, At Thirty A Lion, At Forty A Camel, At Fifty A Serpent, At Sixty A Dog, At Seventy An Ape, At Eighty A Nothing At All.

Most Do Violence To Their Natural Aptitude, And Thus Attain Superiority In Nothing.