There Are People Who In Spite Of

Love, All Agreeable As It Is, Charms More By The Fashion In Which It Displays Itself, Than By Its Own True Merit.

When Our Hatred Is Too Alive Puts Us Below What We Hate.

A Man's Happiness Or Unhappiness Depends As Much On His Temperament As On His Destiny.

We Should Scarcely Desire Things Ardently If We Were Perfectly Acquainted With What We Desire.

Absence Cools Moderate Passions, And Inflames Violent Ones; Just As The Wind Blows Out Candles, But Kindles Fires.