If We Judge Love By Most Of

Constancy In Love ... Is Only Inconstancy Confined To One Object.

Our Own Distrust Gives A Fair Pretence For The Knavery Of Other People.

Hope Is The Last Thing That Dies In Man.

Every One Speaks Well Of His Own Heart, But No One Dares Speak Well Of His Own Mind.

We Get So Much In The Habit Of Wearing Disguises Before Others That We Finally Appear Disguised Before Ourselves.