We Own Up To Minor Failings, But

Treachery Is More Often The Effect Of Weakness Than Of A Formed Design.

The Health Of The Soul Is As Precarious As That Of The Body; For When We Seem Secure From Passions, We Are No Less In Danger Of Their Infection Than We Are Of Falling Ill When We Appear To Be Well.

Humility Is The Altar Upon Which God Wishes That We Should Offer Him His Sacrifices.

We Often Are Consoled By Our Want Of Reason For Misfortunes That Reason Could Not Have Comforted.

Beautiful Coquettes Are Quacks Of Love.