Ambition Sufficiently Plagues Her Proselytes, By Keeping

We Have The Pleasures Suitable To Our Lot; Let Us Not Usurp Those Of Greatness. Ours Are More Natural And All The More Solid And Sure For Being Humbler. Since We Will Not Do So Out Of Conscience, At Least Out Of Ambition Let Us Reject Ambition.

It Is A Small Soul, Buried Beneath The Weight Of Affairs, That Does Not Know How To Get Clean Away From Them, That Cannot Put Them Aside And Pick Them Up Again.

The Clatter Of Arms Drowns Out The Voice Of Law.

Off I Go, Rummaging About In Books For Sayings Which Please Me.

Tis So Much To Be A King, That He Only Is So By Being So.