He Is Safe Who Admits No One

Death, Like The Sun, Cannot Be Looked At Steadily.

The Height Of Cleverness Is To Be Able To Conceal It.

Self-love Increases Or Diminishes For Us The Good Qualities Of Our Friends, In Proportion To The Satisfaction We Feel With Them; And We Judge Of Their Merit By The Manner In Which They Act Towards Us.

The Whimsicalness Of Our Own Humor Is A Thousand Times More Fickle And Unaccountable Than What We Blame So Much In Fortune.

There Are Some People Who Would Never Have Fallen In Love If They Had Not Heard There Was Such A Thing.