Dissimulation, Even The Most Innocent In Its

He Who Has Lived A Day Has Lived An Age.

We Can Recognize The Dawn And The Decline Of Love By The Uneasiness We Feel When Alone Together.

A Man May Have Intelligence Enough To Excel In A Particular Thing And Lecture On It, And Yet Not Have Sense Enough To Know He Ought To Be Silent On Some Other Subject Of Which He Has But A Slight Knowledge; If Such An Illustrious Man Ventures Beyond The Bounds Of His Capacity, He Loses His Way And Talks Like A Fool.

Time Makes Friendship Stronger, But Love Weaker.

Love Has This In Common With Scruples, That It Becomes Embittered By The Reflections And The Thoughts That Beset Us To Free Ourselves.