Where Pride Begins, Love Ceases.

Just So Far As We Are Pleased At Finding Faults, Are We Displeased At Finding Perfection.

Neither Refinement Nor Delicacy Is Indispensable To Produce Elegance.

Wishes Run Over In Loquacious Impotence, Will Presses On With Laconic Energy.

Existence Is Self-enjoyment, By Means Of Some Object Distinct From Ourselves.

The Procrastinator Is Not Only Indolent And Weak, But Commonly, False, Too; Most Of The Weak Are False.