Prosperity Makes Few Friends.

Habit Is Everything, Even In Love.

The Generality Of Men Are So Bound Within The Sphere Of Their Circumstances That They Have Not Even The Courage To Get Out Of Them Through Their Ideas, And If We See A Few Whom, In A Way, Speculation Over Great Things Makes Incapable Of Mean Ones, We Find Still More With Whom The Practice Of Small Things Takes Away The Feeling For Great Ones.

The Favorites Of Fortune Or Of Fame Topple From Their Pedestals Before Our Eyes Without Diverting Us From Ambition.

Necessity Embitters The Evils Which It Cannot Cure.

Vice Foments War; It Is Virtue Which Actually Fights. If There Were No Virtue, We Would Live In Peace Forever.