No ashes are lighter than those of incense, and few things burn out sooner.
Truth, like the juice of the poppy, in small quantities, calms men; in larger, heats and irritates them, and is attended by fatal consequences in excess.
Ambition is but avarice on stilts, and masked.
Ambition has but one reward for all: A little power, a little transient fame; A grave to rest in, and a fading name!
The flame of anger, bright and brief, sharpens the barb of love.