The man that makes a character, makes foes.
Think naught a trifle, though it small appear; Small stands the mountain, moments make the year, and trifles life.
However smothered under former negligence, or scattered through the dull, dark mass of common thoughts - let thy genius rise as the sun from chaos.
The weak have remedies, the wise have joys; superior wisdom is superior bliss.
With fame, in just proportion, envy grows.
But fate ordains that dearest friends must part.