Love Is To The Soul Of Him

We Are Easily Comforted For The Misfortunes Of Our Friends, When Those Misfortunes Give Us An Occasion Of Expressing Our Affection And Solicitude.

We Often Are Consoled By Our Want Of Reason For Misfortunes That Reason Could Not Have Comforted.

Humility Is Often Only A Feigned Submissiveness By Which Men Hope To Bring Other People To Submit To Them; It Is A More Calculated Sort Of Pride.

We Are Always Bored By The Very People By Whom It Is Vital Not To Be Bored.

A Woman Often Thinks She Regrets The Lover, When She Only Regrets The Love.