What Destroys One Man Preserves Another.

Danger Breeds Best On Too Much Confidence.

Just As We Never Taste Happiness In Perfection, Our Most Fortunate Successes Are Mixed With Sadness. So Too We Never Taste Sadness Completely, As Things Could Always Be Worse In Some Way And For This We Can Be Grateful.

Kindness Acts Not Always As You Think; A Hated Hand Renders It Odious.

In Relating Our Misfortunes, We Often Feel Them Lightened.

Ambition Becomes Displeasing When It Is Once Satiated; There Is A Reaction; And As Our Spirit, Till Our Last Sigh, Is Always Aiming Toward Some Object, It Falls Back On Itself, Having Nothing Else On Which To Rest; And Having Reached The Summit, It Longs To Descend.