Women Are Extreme; They Are Better Than

We Seldom Repent Talking Little, But Very Often Talking Too Much.

The Same Vices Which Are Huge And Insupportable In Others We Do Not Feel In Ourselves.

Love, Slow And Gradual In Its Growth, Is Too Much Like Friendship Ever To Be A Violent Passion.

It Is A Great Misfortune Neither To Have Enough Wit To Talk Well Nor Enough Judgment To Be Silent.

There Are Some Who Speak One Moment Before They Think