A Liar Is Always Lavish

He On Whom Heaven Confers A Sceptre Knows Not The Weight Till He Bears It.

Time Is A Great Manager: It Arranges Things Well.

To Myself Alone Do I Owe My Fame.

He Should Be Envied Who When His Strength Is Spent Lays Down His Life. Old Age Reserves A Melancholy Fate For Noble Souls Before Their Life Is Done.

We Never Taste A Perfect Joy; Our Happiest Successes Are Mixed With Sadness.