Surfeits Of Happiness Are Fatal.

Nothing Is Good For Him For Whom Nothing Is Bad.

There Is No Beauty Unaided, No Excellence That Does Not Sink To The Barbarous, Unless Saved By Art.

The True Way Is The Middle One, Halfway Between Deserving A Place And Pushing Oneself Into It.

I Strive To Be Brief, And I Become Obscure.

There Is No Wilderness Like A Life Without Friends.