Jealousy Is Not Love, But Self-love.

We Love Everything On Our Own Account; We Even Follow Our Own Taste And Inclination When We Prefer Our Friends To Ourselves; And Yet It Is This Preference Alone That Constitutes True And Perfect Friendship.

It Is With Sincere Affection Or Friendship As With Ghosts And Apparitions,--a Thing That Everybody Talks Of, And Scarce Any Hath Seen.

He Is Safe Who Admits No One To His Confidence.

The Desire Of Appearing Clever Often Prevents Our Becoming So.

One Can No More Look Steadily At Death Than At The Sun.