Passion Often Makes A Fool Of The

It Is Almost Always A Fault Of One Who Loves Not To Realize When He Ceases To Be Loved.

If It Were Not For The Company Of Fools, A Witty Man Would Often Be Greatly At A Loss.

The Truest Comparison We Can Make Of Love Is To Liken It To A Fever; We Have No More Power Over The One Than The Other, Either As To Its Violence Or Duration.

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.

Love Often Leads On To Ambition, But Seldom Does One Return From Ambition To Love.