Tis by no means the least of life's rules: To let things alone.

Respect yourself if you would have others respect you.

There is no revenge like oblivion, for it is the entombment of the unworthy in the dust of their own nothingness.

The truth is generally seen, rarely heard.

The hossanas of the multitude can never bring satisfaction to the discerning. Yet there exist those chamaleons of popularity who find their joy, not in the sweet breath of Apollo, but in the smell of the crowd. And not in mind: Do not be taken in by what are miracles to the populace, for the ignorant do not rise above marveling. Thus the stupidity of a crowd is lost in admiration, even as the brain of an individual uncovers the trick.

Mix a little mystery with everything, for mystery arouses veneration.

Lies always come first, dragging fools along by their irreparable vulgarity. Truth always lags last, limping along on the arm of time.