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We Often Boast That We Are Never Bored; But Yet We Are So Conceited That We Do Not Perceive How Often We Bore Others.

Death, Like The Sun, Cannot Be Looked At Steadily.

However We May Conceal Our Passions Under The Veil ... There Is Always Some Place Where They Peep Out.

He Who Refuses Praise The First Time That It Is Offered Does So Because He Would Hear It A Second Time.

Lovers, When They Are No Longer In Love, Find It Very Hard To Break Up.