Habit Is Everything, Even In Love.

Jealousy Is The Paralysis Of Love.

Men Sometimes Feel Injured By Praise Because It Assigns A Limit To Their Merit; Few People Are Modest Enough Not To Take Offense That One Appreciates Them.

Every Thought Is New When An Author Expresses It In A Manner Peculiar To Himself.

Despair Puts The Last Touch Not Only To Our Misery But Also To Our Weakness.

We Are Less Hurt By The Contempt Of Fools Than By The Lukewarm Approval Of Men Of Intelligence.