I Rejoiced In My Progress,

Who Naught Suspects Is Easily Deceived.

Where You Are Is Of No Moment, But Only What You Are Doing There. It Is Not The Place That Ennobles You, But You The Place, And This Only By Doing That Which Is Great And Noble.

Nothing Mortal Is Enduring, And There Is Nothing Sweet Which Does Not Presently End In Bitterness.

Books Have Led Some To Learning And Others To Madness.

A Short Cut To Riches Is To Subtract From Our Desires.