Few People Have The Wisdom To Prefer

We Are Never So Happy, Nor So Unhappy, As We Suppose Ourselves To Be.

Nothing Prevents One From Appearing Natural As The Desire To Appear Natural.

We Are Almost Always Wearied In The Company Of Persons With Whom We Are Not Permitted To Be Weary.

The Passions Are The Only Orators That Always Persuade: They Are, As It Were, A Natural Art, The Rules Of Which Are Infallible; And The Simplest Man With Passion Is More Persuasive Than The Most Eloquent Without It.

Jealousy Is Bred In Doubts. When Those Doubts Change Into Certainties, Then The Passion Either Ceases Or Turns Absolute Madness.