I Can Promise To Be Upright, But

If You Modestly Enjoy Your Fame You Are Not Unworthy To Rank With The Holy.

Wood Burns Because It Has The Proper Stuff For That Purpose In It; And A Man Becomes Renowned Because He Has The Necessary Stuff In Him. Renown Is Not To Be Sought, And All Pursuit Of It Is Vain. A Person May, Indeed, By Skillful Conduct And Various Artificial Means, Make A Sort Of Name For Himself; But If The Inner Jewel Is Wanting, All Is Vanity, And Will Not Last A Day.

Sin Writes Histories, Goodness Is Silent. [ger., Das Uebel Macht Eine Geschichte Und Das Gute Keine.]

The Flowers Of Life Are But Illusions. How Many Fade Away And Leave No Trace.

One Usually Thinks People To Be More Dangerous Than They Are.