What The Multitude Says, Is So, Or

Fortunate People Often Have Very Favorable Beginnings And Very Tragic Endings. What Matters Isn't Being Applauded When You Arrive - For That Is Common - But Being Missed When You Leave.

There Are Friendships Merely For Pleasure, Some For The Exchange Of Ideas. Rarest Are Those Friends Of One's Inmost Self.

Always Leave Something To Wish For; Otherwise You Will Be Miserable From Your Very Happiness.

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

Nothing Arouses Ambition So Much In The Heart As The Trumpet-clang Of Another's Fame.