Wrong Is But Falsehood Put In Practice.

Ambition Is But Avarice On Stilts, And Masked. God Sometimes Sends A Famine, Sometimes A Pestilence, And Sometimes A Hero, For The Chastisement Of Mankind; None Of Them Surely For Our Admiration.

Contentment Is Better Than Divinations Or Visions.

It Has Been My Fortune To Love In General Those Men Most Who Have Thought Most Differently From Me, On Subjects Wherein Others Pardon No Discordance. I Think I Have No More Right To Be Angry With A Man, Whose Reason Has Followed Up A Process Different From What Mine Has, And Is Satisfied With The Result, Than With One Who Has Gone To Venice While I Am At Siena, And Who Writes To Me That He Likes The Place.

Do Not Expect To Be Acknowledged For What You Are, Much Less For What You Would Be; Since No One Can Well Measure A Great Man But Upon The Bier.

It Appears To Be Among The Laws Of Nature, That The Mighty Of Intellect Should Be Pursued And Carped By The Little, As The Solitary Flight Of One Great Bird Is Followed By The Twittering Petulance Of Many Smaller.