Two Souls Dwell, Alas! In My Breast.

Man Knows Himself Only Insofar As He Knows The World, Becoming Aware Of It If Only Within Himself, And Of Himself Self Only Within It. Each New Subject, Well Observed, Opens Up Within Us A New Organ Of Thought.

The Really Unhappy Person Is The One Who Leaves Undone What They Can Do, And Starts Doing What They Don't Understand; No Wonder They Come To Grief.

A Stated Truth Loses Its Grace, But A Repeated Error Appears Insipid And Ridiculous.

What In Us The Women Leave Uncultivated, Children Cultivate When We Retain Them Near Us.

You Don't Love If You Don't Take The Beloved's Faults For Virtues.