Few Men Have Depth Enough To Hear

We Can Love With All Our Hearts Those In Whom We Recognize Great Faults. It Would Be Impertinent To Believe That Perfection Alone Has The Right To Please Us; Sometimes Our Weaknesses Attach Us To Each Other As Much As Our Virtues.

Clearness Ornaments Profound Thoughts.

Obscurity Is The Realm Of Error.

Constancy Is The Chimera Of Love.

Wit Does Not Take The Place Of Knowledge.