To Hate Excellence Is To Hate The

All Men Seek Esteem; The Best By Lifting Themselves, Which Is Hard To Do, The Rest By Shoving Others Down, Which Is Much Easier.

Death Was The Price Of Life.

It Is Something, I Thought, When A King Can Put A Courtesan To The Blush.

The Perpetual Stream Of Human Nature Is Formed Into Ever-changing Shallows, Eddies, Falls And Pools By The Land Over Which It Passes. Perhaps The Only Real Value Of History Lies In Considering This Endlessly Varied Play Between The Essence And The Accidents.

Often Beauty Grows Dull Or Common When Speech Breaks The Mask.