Our Self-love Can Less Bear To Have

We Are Never Either So Fortunate Or So Misfortunate As We Imagine.

A Weak Mind Is The Only Defect Out Of Our Power To Mend.

When Great Men Permit Themselves To Be Cast Down By The Continuance Of Misfortune, They Show Us That They Were Only Sustained By Ambition, And Not By Their Mind; So That Plus A Great Vanity, Heroes Are Made Like Other Men.

The Truest Comparison We Can Make Of Love Is To Liken It To A Fever; We Have No More Power Over The One Than The Other, Either As To Its Violence Or Duration.

Not To Love Is In Love An Infallible Means Of Being Loved.