The Events Of Human Life, Whether Public

Love Is Like Some Fresh Spring, First A Stream And Then A River, Changing Its Aspect And Its Nature As It Flows To Plunge Itself In Some Boundless Ocean, Where Restricted Natures Only Find Monotony, But Where Great Souls Are Engulfed In Endless Contemplation.

True Love Is Eternal, Infinite, And Always Like Itself. It Is Equal And Pure.

Generally Our Confidences Move Downward Rather Than Upward; In Our Secret Affairs, We Employ Our Inferiors Much More Than Our Bettors.

As A Rule, Only The Poor Are Generous. Rich People Can Always Find Excellent Reasons For Not Handing Over Twenty Thousand Francs To A Relative.

Bankers Are Lynxes. To Expect Any Gratitude From Them Is Equivalent To Attempting To Move The Wolves Of The Ukraine To Pity In The Middle Of Winter.