Apples taste sweetest when they're going.

Nothing will ever please me, no matter how excellent or beneficial, if I must retain the knowledge of it to myself. . . . . . No good thing is pleasant to possess, without friends to share it.

A troubled countenance oft discloses much.

To govern was to serve, not to rule.

Men love their vices and hate them at the same time.

We haven't time to spare to hear whether it was between Italy and Sicily that he ran into a storm or somewhere outside the world we know-when every day we're running into our own storms, spiritual storms, and driven by vice into all the troubles that Ulysses ever knew.

How can a thing possibly govern others when it cannot be governed itself?