A born king is a very rare being.
One thinks himself the master of others, and still remains a greater slave than they.
The world of reality has its limits; the world of imagination is boundless.
Our greatest evils flow from ourselves.
The body politic, as well as the human body, begins to die as soon as it is born, and carries itself the causes of its destruction.
We are born, so to speak, twice over; born into existence, and born into life; born a human being, and born a man.