How difficult it is to save the bark of reputation from the rocks of ignorance.
From Petrarch
Man has no greater enemy than himself.
Sameness is the mother of disgust, variety the cure.
The aged love what is practical while impetuous youth longs only for what is dazzling.
To be able to say how much love, is love but little.
It is more honorable to be raised to a throne than to be born to one. Fortune bestows the one, merit obtains the other.
To begin with myself, then, the utterances of men concerning me will differ widely, since in passing judgment almost every one is influenced not so much by truth as by preference, and good and evil report alike know no bounds.
Who naught suspects is easily deceived.
Suspicion is the cancer of friendship.
And tears are heard within the harp I touch.
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