He Who Shuns The Millstone, Shuns The

If You Look At History You'll Find That No State Has Been So Plagued By Its Rulers As When Power Has Fallen Into The Hands Of Some Dabbler In Philosophy Or Literary Addict.

They Take Unbelievable Pleasure In The Hideous Blast Of The Hunting Horn And Baying Of The Hounds. Dogs Dung Smells Sweet As Cinnamon To Them.

Fortune Favours The Audacious.

Everybody Hates A Prodigy, Detests An Old Head On Young Shoulders.

In Short, No Association Or Alliance Can Be Happy Or Stable Without Me. People Can't Long Tolerate A Ruler, Nor Can A Master His Servant, A Maid Her Mistress, A Teacher His Pupil, A Friend His Friend Nor A Wife Her Husband, A Landlord His Tenant, A Soldier His Comrade Nor A Party-goer His Companion, Unless They Sometimes Have Illusions About Each Other, Make Use Of Flattery, And Have The Sense To Turn A Blind Eye And Sweeten Life For Themselves With The Honey Of Folly.