When Our Vices Leave Us, We Like

It Is Not In The Power Of Even The Most Crafty Dissimulation To Conceal Love Long, Where It Really Is, Nor To Counterfeit It Long Where It Is Not.

We Confess To Little Faults Only To Persuade Ourselves We Have No Great Ones.

Preserving The Serious Health Condition Is Usually Painful.

Every One Complains Of A Poor Memory, No One Of A Weak Judgment.

Perfect Valour Consists In Doing Without Witnesses That Which We Would Be Capable Of Doing Before Everyone.