It is difficult to discriminate the voice of truth from amid the clamor raised by heated partisans.

It is criminal to steal a purse, daring to steal a fortune, a mark of greatness to steal a crown. The blame diminishes as the guilt increases.

Rigor pushed too far is sure to miss its aim, however good, as the bow snaps that is bent too stiffly.

No cause has he to say his doom is harsh, who's made the master of his destiny.

He who neglects the present moment throws away all he has.

Every man stamps his value on himself... man is made great or small by his own will.

It is difficult to discriminate the voice of truth from amid the clamor raised by heated partisans.