Surfeits Of Happiness Are Fatal.

Few Are The Friends Of A Mans Self, Most Those Of His Circumstances.

Deceit Comes In Through The Ears, But Usually Leaves Through The Eyes.

Most Do Violence To Their Natural Aptitude, And Thus Attain Superiority In Nothing.

Friends Provoked Become The Bitterest Of Enemies.

Display Startling Novelty-rise Afresh Like The Sun Every Day. Change Too The Scene On Which You Shine, So That You Rloss May Be Felt In The Old Scenes Of Your Triumph, While The Novelty Of Your Powers Wins Applause In The New.