Criticism Sometimes Is Really Praise, And Praise

Love Is One And The Same In The Original; But There Are A Thousand Different Copies Of It.

Men Are Inconsolable Concerning The Treachery Of Their Friends Or The Deceptions Of Their Enemies; And Yet They Are Often Very Highly Satisfied To Be Both Deceived And Betrayed By Their Own Selves.

The Evil That We Do Does Not Attract To Us So Much Persecution And Hatred As Our Good Qualities.

Youth Is A Perpetual Intoxication; It Is A Fever Of The Mind.

Though Nature Be Ever So Generous, Yet Can She Not Make A Hero Alone. Fortune Must Contribute Her Part Too; And Till Both Concur, The Work Cannot Be Perfected.