As We Grow Older, We Increase In

Reconciliation With Our Enemies Is Simply A Desire To Better Our Condition, A Weariness Of War, Or The Fear Of Some Unlucky Thing From Occurring.

The Less You Trust Others, The Less You Will Be Deceived.

One Can No More Look Steadily At Death Than At The Sun.

Our Good Qualities Expose Us More To Hatred And Persecution Than All The Ill We Do.

Though Men Are Apt To Flatter And Exalt Themselves With Their Great Achievements, Yet These Are, In Truth, Very Often Owing Not So Much To Design As Chance.