Youth Holds No Society With Grief.

Those Who Are Held Wise Among Men And Who Search The Reasons Of Things, Are Those Who Bring The Most Sorrow On Themselves.

I Have Found Power In The Mysteries Of Thought, Exaltation In The Changing Of The Muses; I Have Been Versed In The Reasonings Of Men; But Fate Is Stronger Than Anything I Have Known.

The Worst, The Least Curable Hatred Is That Which Has Superseded Deep Love.

I Loathe A Friend Whose Gratitude Grows Old, A Friend Who Takes His Friend's Prosperity But Will Not Voyage With Him In His Grief

The Mob Gets Out Of Hand, Runs Wild, Worse Than Raging Fire, While The Man Who Stands Apart Is Called A Coward.