If It Be True That

Days, Months, Years Fly Away, And Irrecoverably Sink In The Abyss Of Time.

A Woman With Eyes Only For One Person, Or With Eyes Always Averted From Him, Creates Exactly The Same Impression.

Banter Is Often A Proof Of Want Of Intelligence.

We Wish To Constitute All The Happiness, Or, If That Cannot Be, The Misery Of The One We Love.

There Is No Employment In The World So Laborious As That Of Making To One's Self A Great Name; Life Ends Before One Has Scarcely Made The First Rough Draught Of His Work.