We Rarely Think People Have Good Sense

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.

The Man Who Leaves A Woman Best Pleased With Herself Is The One Whom She Will Soonest Wish To See.

The Constancy Of The Wise Is Only The Art Of Keeping Disquietude To One's Self.

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

Hope, Deceitful As It Is, Carries Us Through Life Agreeably Enough.