Pride, If Not The Origin, Is The

The Measure Of Civilization In A People Is To Be Found In Its Just Appreciation Of The Wrongfulness Of War.

Every Happiness Is A Hostage To Fortune.

Few Have Wished For Memory So Much As They Have Longed For Forgetfulness.

It Is Better In Some Respects To Be Admired By Those With Whom You Live Than To Be Loved By Them; And This Not On Account Of Any Gratification Of Vanity, But Because Admiration Is So Much More Tolerant Than Love.

If You Are Often Deceived By Those Around You, You May Be Sure That You Deserve To Be Deceived; And That Instead Of Railing At The General Falseness Of Mankind, You Have First To Pronounce Judgment On Your Own Jealous Tyranny, Or On Your Own Weak Credulity.