Jealousy Is Not So Much The Love

In Misfortune We Often Mistake Dejection For Constancy; We Bear It Without Daring To Look On It; Like Cowards, Who Suffer Themselves To Be Murdered Without Resistance.

The Caprice Of Our Temper Is Even More Whimsical Than That Of Fortune.

The Wind Which Snuffs The Candle Fans The Fire.

He That Would Be A Great Man Must Learn To Turn Every Accident To Some Advantage.

Those Who Are Incapable Of Committing Great Crimes Do Not Readily Suspect Them In Others.