Innocence Does Not Find Near So Much

Passion Often Makes Fools Of The Wisest Men And Gives The Silliest Wisdom.

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

When The Heart Is Still Disturbed By The Relics Of A Passion It Is Proner To Take Up A New One Than When Wholly Cured.

Neither The Sun Nor Death Can Be Looked At Steadily.

Every One Complains Of A Poor Memory, No One Of A Weak Judgment.