The Only Things Of Certainty Are Death

The Nearest I Can Make It Out, "love Your Enemies" Means, "hate Your Friends"

Speak Little, Do Much.

Write Your Injuries In Dust, Your Benefits In Marble.

Who Is Wise? He That Learns From Everyone.

Ambition Has Its Disappointments To Sour Us, But Never The Good Fortune To Satisfy Us. Its Appetite Grows Keener By Indulgence And All We Can Gratify It With At Present Serves But The More To Inflame Its Insatiable Desires.