What you think is the summit is only a step up

If you judge, investigate.

It is sweet to mingle tears with tears; Griefs, where they wound in solitude, Wound more deeply.

The deep waters of time will flow over us: only a few men of genius will lift a head above the surface, and though doomed eventually to pass into the same silence, will fight against oblivion and for a long time hold their own.

A well-governed appetite is a great part of liberty

Nature does not reveal all her secrets at once. We imagine we are initiated in her mysteries: we are, as yet, but hanging around her outer courts.

Fortune's not content with knocking a man down; she sends him spinning head over heels, crash upon crash.