“Whatever is unknown is magnified.”

The love of dominion is the most engrossing passion.

All inconsiderate enterprises are impetuous at first, but soon lanquish. [Lat., Omnia inconsulti impetus coepta, initiis valida, spatio languescunt.]

The love of fame is a love that even the wisest of men are reluctant to forgo.

None make a greater show of sorrow than those who are most delighted.

Modest fame is not to be despised by the highest characters. [Lat., Modestiae fama neque summis mortalibus spernenda est.]

The hatred of those who are near to us is most violent.

Custom adapts itself to expediency.

Things forbidden have a secret charm.

A bitter jest, when it comes too near the truth, leaves a sharp sting behind it.

No hatred is so bitter as that of near relations.

There are odious virtues; such as inflexible severity, and an integrity that accepts of no favor.

Things are not to be judged good or bad merely because the public think so.

Kindness, so far as we can return it, is agreeable.

So obscure are the greatest events, as some take for granted any hearsay, whatever its source, others turn truth into falsehood, and both errors find encouragement with posterity.

Truth is confirmed by inspection and delay; falsehood by haste and uncertainty.

He that fights and runs away, May turn and fight another day; But he that is in battle slain, Will never rise to fight again.