All movement, of every creature, comes from the desire after something better.
To make pleasures pleasant shorten them.
Self-laudation abounds among the unpolished, but nothing can stamp a man more sharply as ill-bred.
Success soon palls. The joyous time is when the breeze first strikes your sails, and the waters rustle under your bows.
A man's venom poisons himself more than his victims.
Experience shows that success is due less to ability than to zeal.