There Are Reproaches Which Praise, And Praises

Neither Love Nor Fire Can Subsist Without Perpetual Motion; Both Cease To Live So Soon As They Cease To Hope, Or To Fear.

If We Did Not Have Pride, We Would Not Complain Of It In Others.

Some People Are Like Popular Songs That You Only Sing For A Short Time.

Nothing Should Lessen Our Satisfaction With Ourselves As Much As When We Notice That We Disapprove Of Something At One Time That We Approve Of At Another Time.

We Get So Much In The Habit Of Wearing Disguises Before Others That We Finally Appear Disguised Before Ourselves.