The Truest Mark Of Being Born With

Cunning And Treachery Are The Offspring Of Incapacity.

Sometimes We Lose Friends For Whose Loss Our Regret Is Greater Than Our Grief, And Others For Whom Our Grief Is Greater Than Our Regret.

The Greatest Miracle Of Love Is The Cure Of Coquetry.

It Is Almost Always A Fault Of One Who Loves Not To Realize When He Ceases To Be Loved.

Selfishness Is The Grand Moving Principle Of Nine-tenths Of Our Actions.