A Usurper Always Distrusts The Whole World.

Joy, When It Is Excessive, Overcomes As Much As Grief.

There Is A Silence, The Child Of Love, Which Expresses Everything, And Proclaims More Loudly Than The Tongue Is Able To Do; There Are Movements That Are Involuntary Proofs Of What The Soul Feels.

Sometimes Blood, For The Sake Of Sparing It, Is Spilled.

If Ardent Passions Push Not Men On To Lofty Enterprise, Calm Wisdom Never Will Accomplish It.

The Talent Of Making Friends Is Not Equal To The Talent Of Doing Without Them.