The compulsion of fate is bitter.
To do nothing by halves is the way of noble spirits.
An illusion which makes me happy is worth a verity which drags me to the ground.
Too oft is transient pleasure the source of long woes.
To be silent is sometimes an art, yet not so great a one as certain people would have us believe, who are wisest they are most silent.
Stupidity has its sublime as well as genius, and he who carries that quality to absurdity has reached it; which is always a source of amusement to sensible people.