The Head Does Not Know How To

Whatever Discoveries We May Have Made In The Regions Of Self-love, There Still Remain Many Unknown Lands.

One Kind Of Happiness Is To Know Exactly At What Point To Be Miserable.

The Intellect Of The Generality Of Women Serves More To Fortify Their Folly Than Their Reason.

Death, Like The Sun, Cannot Be Looked At Steadily.

Hope And Fear Are Inseparable.