Most Of Our Faults Are More Pardonable

Fancy Sets The Value On The Gifts Of Fortune.

The Violence We Do To Ourselves In Order To Remain Faithful To The One We Love Is Hardly Better Than An Act Of Infidelity.

In Friendship, As In Love, We Are Often More Happy From The Things We Are Ignorant Of Than From Those We Are Acquainted With.

Without Humility, We Keep All Our Defects; And They Are Only Crusted Over By Pride, Which Conceals Them From Others, And Often From Ourselves.

There Are Few People Who Would Not Be Ashamed Of Being Loved When They Love No Longer.