Friendship Is The Highest Degree Of Perfection

Why Did I Love Her? Because It Was Her; Because It Was Me.

Since We Cannot Attain Unto It, Let Us Revenge Ourselves By Railing At It; And Yet It Is Not Absolutely Railing Against Anything, To Proclaim Its Defects, Because They Are In All Things To Be Found, How Beautiful Or How Much To Be Coveted Soever.

I Had Rather Complain Of Ill-fortune Than Be Ashamed Of Victory.

If Your Doctor Does Not Think It Good For You To Sleep, To Drink Wine, Or To Eat Of A Particular Dish, Do Not Worry; I Will Find You Another Who Will Not Agree With Him.

The Laws Of Conscience, Though We Ascribe Them To Nature, Actually Come From Custom.