As Long As We Love, We Can

A Small Degree Of Wit, Accompanied By Good Sense, Is Less Tiresome In The Long Run Than A Great Amount Of Wit Without It.

If One Judges Love By The Majority Of Its Effects, It Is More Like Hatred Than Like Friendship.

Few Men Know All The Ill They Do.

We Love Much Better Those Who Endeavor To Imitate Us, Than Those Who Strive To Equal Us. For Imitation Is A Sign Of Esteem, But Competition Of Envy.

It Is Often Hard To Determine Whether A Clear, Open, And Honorable Proceeding Is The Result Of Goodness Or Of Cunning.