The Defects Of The Mind, Like Those

The Distempers Of The Soul Have Their Relapses, As Many And As Dangerous As Those Of The Body; And What We Take For A Perfect Cureis Generally Either An Abatement Of The Same Disease Or The Changing Of That For Another.

It Is With An Old Love As It Is With Old Age A Man Lives To All The Miseries, But Is Dead To All The Pleasures.

Flattery Is A Kind Of Bad Money, To Which Our Vanity Gives Us Currency.

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

We Speak Little If Not Egged On By Vanity.