Love Is To The Soul Of Him

Of All Our Faults, The One That We Excuse Most Easily Is Idleness.

There Is Scarcely Any Man Sufficiently Clever To Appreciate All The Evil He Does.

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

The Simplest Man With Passion Will Be More Persuasive Than The Most Eloquent Without.

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.