No Heroine Can Create A Hero Through

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.

It Is Simpler And Easier To Flatter People Than To Praise Them.

Variety Of Mere Nothings Gives More Pleasure Than Uniformity Of Something.

We Learn Our Virtues From Our Friends Who Love Us; Our Faults From The Enemy Who Hates Us. We Cannot Easily Discover Our Real Character From A Friend. He Is A Mirror, On Which The Warmth Of Our Breath Impedes The Clearness Of The Reflection.

Men, Like Bullets, Go Farthest When They Are Smoothest.