Who Strives Always To The Utmost, Him

Self-love Exaggerates Our Faults As Well As Our Virtues.

The Flowers Are Full Of Honey, But Only The Bee Finds Out The Sweetness.

It Is Said That No Man Is A Hero To His Valet. That Is Because A Hero Can Be Recognized Only By A Hero.

Ah! My Poor Brain Is Racked And Crazed, My Spirit And Senses Amazed!

To The Man Of Thought Almost Nothing Is Really Ridiculous.