The Manner Of Giving Is Worth More

Ambition, Having Reached The Summit, Longs To Descend.

Self-love Is The Source Of All Our Other Loves.

A Good Memory Is Needed Once We Have Lied. [fr., Il Faut Bonne Memoire Apres Qu'on A Menti.]

We Never Taste A Perfect Joy; Our Happiest Successes Are Mixed With Sadness.

These Flattering Mirrors Reflect Imperfectly What Is Within; The Countenance Is Often A Gay Deceiver. What Defects Of Mind Lie Hidden Under Its Beauty! What Fair Exteriors Conceal Base Souls!