The Common Foible Of Women Who Have

When Our Vices Leave Us, We Like To Imagine It Is We Who Are Leaving Them.

Jealousy Is Bred In Doubts. When Those Doubts Change Into Certainties, Then The Passion Either Ceases Or Turns Absolute Madness.

Consolation For Unhappiness Can Often Be Found In A Certain Satisfaction We Get From Looking Unhappy.

Jealousy Is Not So Much The Love Of Another As The Love Of Ourselves.

We Easily Forgive Our Friends Those Faults That Do No Affect Us Ourselves.