You Never See The Old Austerity That

Perfect Good Sense Shuns All Extremity, Content To Couple Wisdom With Sobriety.

Words And Deeds Are Far From Being One. Much That Is Talked About Is Left Undone.

We Die Only Once, And For Such A Long Time.

The Art Of Flatterers Is To Take Advantage Of The Foibles Of The Great, To Foster Their Errors, And Never To Give Advice Which May Annoy.

Betrayed And Wronged In Everything, I’ll Flee This Bitter World Where Vice Is King, And Seek Some Spot Unpeopled And Apart Where I’ll Be Free To Have An Honest Heart. - Molière, The Misanthrope