We Can Be More Clever Than One,

As Long As We Love, We Can Forgive.

We Are Nearer Loving Those Who Hate Us Than Those Who Love Us More Than We Wish.

Hope, Deceiving As It Is, Serves At Least To Lead Us To The End Of Our Lives By An Agreeable Route.

We Often Persuade Ourselves To Love People Who Are More Powerful Than We Are, Yet Interest Alone Produces Our Friendship; We Do Not Give Our Hearts Away For The Good We Wish To Do, But For That We Expect To Receive.

The Vivacity That Augments With Years Is Not Far From Folly.