Nations And Men Are Only The Best

It Is Easy To Flatter; It Is Harder To Praise.

In Women Everything Is Heart, Even The Head.

Recollection Is The Only Paradise From Which We Cannot Be Turned Out.

Like A Morning Dream, Life Becomes More And More Bright The Longer We Live, And The Reason Of Everything Appears More Clear. What Has Puzzled Us Before Seems Less Mysterious, And The Crooked Paths Look Straighter As We Approach The End.

Memory, Wit, Fancy, Acuteness, Cannot Grow Young Again In Old Age, But The Heart Can.