Sometimes We Meet A Fool With Wit,

The Greatest Part Of Intimate Confidences Proceed From A Desire Either To Be Pitied Or Admired.

A Gentleman May Love Like A Lunatic, But Not Like A Beast.

We Sometimes Think That We Hate Flattery, But We Only Hate The Manner In Which It Is Done. [fr., On Croit Quelquefoir Hair La Flatterie; Maid On Ne Hait Que A Maniere De Flatter.]

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.

It Is Impossible To Love A Second Time What We Have Really Ceased To Love.