We Sometimes Imagine We Hate Flattery, But

Absence Diminishes Mediocre Passions And Increases Great Ones, As The Wind Extinguishes Candles And Fans Fires.

We Would Rather Speak Ill Of Ourselves Than Not Talk About Ourselves At All.

The Only Thing That Should Astonish Us Is That Anything Can Yet Astonish Us.

We Do Not Wish Ardently For What We Desire Only Through Reason.

It Is Impossible To Love A Second Time What We Have Really Ceased To Love.