As We Grow Older, We Increase In

Self-love Increases Or Diminishes For Us The Good Qualities Of Our Friends, In Proportion To The Satisfaction We Feel With Them; And We Judge Of Their Merit By The Manner In Which They Act Towards Us.

We Sometimes Differ More Widely From Ourselves Than We Do From Others.

Constancy In Love Is A Perpetual Inconstancy Which Fixes Our Hearts Successively To All The Qualities Of The Person Loved--sometimes Admiring One And Sometimes Another Above All The Rest--so That This Constancy Roves As Far As It Can, And Is No Better Than Inconstancy, Confined Within The Compass Of One Person.

A True Friend Is The Greatest Of All Blessings, And That Which We Take The Least Care Of All To Acquire.

Gratitude Is A Useless Word. You Will Find It In A Dictionary But Not In Life.