Though Nature Be Ever So Generous, Yet

We Often Forgive Those Who Bore Us, But We Cannot Forgive Those Whom We Bore.

The Less You Trust Others, The Less You Will Be Deceived.

It Is Not Enough That We Should Succeed, But Our Friends Must Fail As Well.

Our Actions Are Like Blank Rhymes, To Which Everyone Applies What Sense He Pleases.

We Label Judges With Having The Meanest Motives, And Yet We Desire That Our Reputation And Fame Should Depend Upon The Judgment Of Men, Who Are All, Either From Their Jealousy Or Preoccupation Or Want Of Intelligence, Opposed To Us - And Yet Despite Their Bias, Just For The Sake Of Making These Men Decide In Our Favor, We Peril In So Many Ways Both Our Peace And Our Life.