Every Country Hath Its Machiavel.

Flattery Is A Juggler, And No Kin Unto Sincerity.

For The World, I Count It Not An Inn, But A Hospital; And A Place Not To Live, But To Die In.

Yet Is Every Man His Greatest Enemy, And, As It Were, His Own Executioner.

To Be Content With Death May Be Better Than To Desire It.

Be Able To Be Alone. Lose Not The Advantage Of Solitude.