We Seldom Praise Anyone In Good Earnest,

However Glorious An Action In Itself, It Ought Not To Pass For Great If It Be Not The Effect Of Wisdom And Intention.

We Are So Used To Dissembling With Others That In Time We Come To Deceive And Dissemble With Ourselves.

Love Is To The Soul Of Him Who Loves, What The Soul Is To The Body Which It Animates.

We Are Never So Generous As When Giving Advice.

The Smallest Fault Of Women Who Give Themselves Up To Love Is To Love.