[The] public path of life Is dirty.
Pygmies are pygmies still, though percht on Alps; And pyramids are pyramids in vales. Each man makes his own stature, builds himself. Virtue alone outbuilds the Pyramids; Her monuments shall last when Egypt's fall.
But fate ordains that dearest friends must part.
Ambition! powerful source of good and ill!
When men of infamy to grandeur soar, They light a torch to show their shame the more.
A God all mercy is a God unjust.