Love Often Leads On To Ambition, But

Love Is One And The Same In The Original; But There Are A Thousand Different Copies Of It.

Our Virtues Are Often, In Reality, No Better Than Vices Disguised.

Neither The Sun Nor Death Can Be Looked At Steadily.

Praise Is Flattery, Artful, Hidden, Delicate, Which Gratifies Differently Him Who Praises And Him Who Is Praised. The One Takes It As The Reward Of Merit, The Other Bestows It To Show His Impartiality And Knowledge.

Our Hopes, Often Though They Deceive Us, Lead Us Pleasantly Along The Path Of Life.