It Requires No Small Degree

Friendship Is Insipid To Those Who Have Experienced Love.

The Love Of New Acquaintance Comes Not So Much From Being Weary Of What We Had Before, Or From Any Satisfaction There Is In Change, As From The Distaste We Feel In Being Too Little Admired By Those That Know Us Too Well, And The Hope Of Being More Admired By Those That Know Us Less.

Even Women Are Perfect At The Outset.

How Deceitful Hope May Be, Yet She Carries Us On Pleasantly To The End Of Life.

When Our Vices Leave Us, We Like To Imagine It Is We Who Are Leaving Them.