It Is Some Compensation For Great Evils,

Doubt Whom You Will, But Never Yourself.

The Most Brilliant Flashes Of Wit Come From A Clouded Mind, As Lightning Leaps Only From An Obscure Firmament.

Our First And Last Love Is Self-love.

Silence, When Nothing Need Be Said, Is The Eloquence Of Discretion.

Sensitiveness Is Closely Allied To Egotism; And Excessive Sensibility Is Only Another Name For Morbid Self-consciousness. The Cure For Tender Sensibilities Is To Make More Of Our Objects And Less Of Our Selves.