The Ambitious Are Forever Followed

Remote, Unfriended, Melancholy, Slow, Or By The Lazy Scheld Or Wandering Po.

To Aim At Excellence, Our Reputation, And Friends, And All Must Be Ventured; To Aim At The Average We Run No Risk And Provide Little Service.

Wealth Accumulates, And Men Decay.

Measures, Not Men, Have Always Been My Mark.

The Soul May Be Compared To A Field Of Battle, Where The Armies Are Ready Every Moment To Encounter. Not A Single Vice But Has A More Powerful Opponent, And Not One Virtue But May Be Overborne By A Combination Of Vices.