Death, They Say, Acquits Us Of All

A Straight Oar Looks Bent In The Water. It Matters Not Merely That We See A Thing, But How We See It.

If Ordinary People Complain That I Speak Too Much Of Myself, I Complain That They Do Not Even Think Of Themselves.

In Order Always To Learn Something From Others (which Is The Finest School There Can Be), I Observe In My Travels This Practice: I Always Steer Those With Whom I Talk Back To The Things They Know Best.

A Man Never Speaks Of Himself Without Losing Something. What He Says In His Disfavor Is Always Beleived, But When He Commends Himself, He Arouses Mistrust.

Fame And Tranquility Can Never Be Bedfellows.