The Greatest Tyranny Is To Love I

Evasion Is Unworthy Of Us, And Is Always The Intimate Of Equivocation.

Hatred Is The Vice Of Narrow Souls; They Feed It With All Their Littleness, And Make It The Pretext Of Base Tyrannies.

Few Men Are Raised In Our Estimation By Being Too Closely Examined.

There Is Neither Vice Nor Virtue, There Are Only Circumstances.

To Man, Faith; To Woman, Doubt. She Bears The Heavier Burden. Does Not Woman Invariably Suffer For Two?