The Most Subtle Of Our Acts Is

We Like To Read Others But We Do Not Like To Be Read.

No Man Can Love A Second Time The Person Whom He Has Once Truly Ceased To Love.

Self-love Increases Or Diminishes For Us The Good Qualities Of Our Friends, In Proportion To The Satisfaction We Feel With Them; And We Judge Of Their Merit By The Manner In Which They Act Towards Us.

He That Fancies Such A Sufficiency In Himself That He Can Live Without All The World Is Greatly Mistaken; But He That Imagines Himself So Necessary That Other People Cannot Live Without Him Is A Great Deal More Mistaken.

Ridicule Dishonors A Man More Than Dishonor Does.