Often have I wondered with much curiosity as to our coming into this world and what will follow our departure.
Who naught suspects is easily deceived.
And tears are heard within the harp I touch.
Books have led some to learning and others to madness.
How fortune brings to earth the over-sure!
Suspicion is the cancer of friendship.
Sameness is the mother of disgust, variety the cure.
To begin with myself, then, the utterances of men concerning me will differ widely, since in passing judgment almost every one is influenced not so much by truth as by preference, and good and evil report alike know no bounds.
It is more honorable to be raised to a throne than to be born to one. Fortune bestows the one, merit obtains the other.
There is no lighter burden, nor more agreeable, than a pen.
Man has no greater enemy than himself.