There Is Only One Kind Of Love,

There Are Some Disguised Falsehoods So Like Truths, That 'twould Be To Judge Ill Not To Be Deceived By Them.

There Are Heroes In Evil As Well As In Good.

Most Of Our Faults Are More Pardonable Than The Means We Use To Conceal Them.

People Are Often Vain Of Their Passions, Even Of The Worst, But Envy Is A Passion So Timid And Shame-faced That No One Ever Dare Avow Her.

If One Judges Love By The Majority Of Its Effects, It Is More Like Hatred Than Like Friendship.