The Real Friend Is Another Self.

There Is, I Know Not How, A Certain Presage, As It Were, Of A Future Existence; And This Takes The Deepest Root, And Is Most Discoverable, In The Greatest Geniuses And Most Exalted Souls.

The Thirst Of Desire Is Never Filled, Nor Fully Satisfied.

Not To Know What Happened Before One Was Born Is Always To Be A Child.

No One Sees What Is Before His Feet: We All Gaze At The Stars. [lat., Quod Est Ante Pedes Nemo Spectat: Coeli Scrutantur Plagas.]

For To Me Every Sort Of Peace With The Citizens Seemed To Be Of More Service Than Civil War.