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!

No ashes are lighter than those of incense, and few things burn out sooner.

Men, like nails, lose their usefulness when they lose their direction and begin to bend.

Cats ask plainly for what they want.

What is reading but silent conversation.