It is best for the wise man not to seem wise.

In every tyrant's heart there springs in the end this poison, that he cannot trust a friend.

Ah, lives of men! When prosperous they glitter - Like a fair picture; when misfortune comes - A wet sponge at one blow has blurred the painting.

God loves to help him who strives to help himself.

Art is far feebler than necessity.

Be it mine to draw from wisdom's fount, pure as it flows, that calm of soul which virtue only knows.

Human prosperity never rests but always craves more, till blown up with pride it totters and falls. From the opulent mansions pointed at by all passers-by none warns it away, none cries, 'Let no more riches enter!'.