Hope, Deceitful As It Is, Carries Us

We Are Nearer Loving Those Who Hate Us Than Those Who Love Us More Than We Wish.

Those Who Occupy Their Minds With Small Matters, Generally Become Incapable Of Greatness.

When We Exaggerate Our Friends' Tenderness Towards Us, It Is Often Less From Gratitude Than From A Desire To Exhibit Our Own Virtue.

He Who Lives Without Committing Any Folly Is Not So Wise As He Thinks. [fr., Qui Vit Sans Folie N'est Pas Si Sage Qu'il Croit.]

When Love Becomes Labored We Welcome An Act Of Infidelity Towards Ourselves To Free Us From Fidelity.