I Believe Everything To Be Just When

Happiness Seems Made To Be Shared.

I Would Not Like A King Who Could Obey.

These Flattering Mirrors Reflect Imperfectly What Is Within; The Countenance Is Often A Gay Deceiver. What Defects Of Mind Lie Hidden Under Its Beauty! What Fair Exteriors Conceal Base Souls!

I Love You Much Less Than My God, But Much More Than Myself.

To Myself Alone Do I Owe My Fame.