Happiness Is Meant To Be Shared.

Desire Increases When Fulfillment Is Postponed.

I Am Master Of Myself As Of The Universe, So I Am; So I Wish To Be.

It Is Hard To Hate What One Has Loved, And A Half-extinguished Fire Is Soon Relit.

Self-love Is The Source Of All Our Other Loves.

There Are Secret Ties, There Are Sympathies, By The Sweet Relationship Of Which Souls That Are Well Matched Attach Themselves To Each Other, And Are Affected By I Know Not What, Which Cannot Be Explained