My Sweetest Hope Is To Lose Hope

I Would Not Like A King Who Could Obey.

Ambition, Having Reached The Summit, Longs To Descend.

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.

Death Was To Be My Glory, But Destiny Has Refused It.

A True King Is Neither Husband Nor Father; He Considers His Throne And Nothing Else.