When Our Hatred Is Violent, It Sinks

Every One Complains Of A Poor Memory, No One Of A Weak Judgment.

We Endeavor To Make A Virtue Of The Faults We Are Unwilling To Correct.

We Are Inconsolable At Being Deceived By Our Enemies And Being Betrayed By Our Friends, Yet We Are Often Content In Be Being Treated Like That By Our Own Selves.

In Love The Deceit Generally Outstrips The Distrust.

Small Minds Are Much Distressed By Little Things. Great Minds See Them All But Are Not Upset By Them.