Disappointment And Feebleness Imprint Upon Us A

I Must Use These Great Men's Virtues As A Cloak For My Weakness.

No Man Profiteth But By The Loss Of Others.

To How Many Blockheads Of My Time Has A Cold And Taciturn Demeanor Procured The Credit Of Prudence And Capacity!

There Is More Ado To Interpret Interpretations Than To Interpret Things, And More Books Upon Books Than Upon Any Other Subject; We Do Nothing But Comment Upon One Another. Every Place Swarms With Commentaries; Of Authors There Is Great Scarcity.

~the Value Of Life Lies Not In The Length Of Days, But In The Use We Make Of Them ~