There Is No Praise We Have Not

Honest People Will Respect Us For Our Merit: The Public, For Our Luck.

It Is Impossible To Love A Second Time What We Have Really Ceased To Love.

The Only Security Is Courage.

The Most Subtle Of Our Acts Is To Simulate Blindness For Snares That We Know Are Set For Us.

Sincerity Is A Certain Openness Of Heart. It Is To Be Found In Very Few, And What We Commonly Look Upon To Be So Is Only A Cunningsort Of Dissimulation, To Insinuate Ourselves Into The Confidence Of Others.