Youth Is A Perpetual Intoxication; It Is

In The Intercourse Of Life, We Please More By Our Faults Than By Our Good Qualities.

We Like To Read Others But We Do Not Like To Be Read.

In The Human Heart There Is A Ceaseless Birth Of Passions, So That The Destruction Of One Is Almost Always The Establishment Of Another.

People Always Complain About Their Memories, Never About Their Minds.

Happiness Does Not Consist In Things Themselves But In The Relish We Have Of Them; And A Man Has Attained It When He Enjoys What He Loves And Desires Himself, And Not What Other People Think Lovely And Desirable.