We Always Get Bored With Those Whom

None Deserve Praise For Being Good Who Have Not The Spirit To Be Bad: Goodness, For The Most Part, Is Nothing But Indolence Or Weakness Of Will.

There Are Follies As Catching As Contagious Disorders.

The Accent Of One's Birthplace Remains In The Mind And In The Heart As In One's Speech.

We Only Confess Our Little Faults To Persuade People That We Have No Big Ones.

A Man Is Sometimes Better Off Deceived About The One He Loves, Than Undeceived.