Rarely Do They Appear Great

Love Receives Its Death-wound From Aversion, And Forgetfulness Buries It.

It Is Easier To Enrich Ourselves With A Thousand Virtues, Than To Correct Ourselves Of A Single Fault.

How Many Men Are Like Trees, Already Strong And Full Grown, Which Are Transplanted Into Some Gardens, To The Astonishment Of Those People Who Behold Them In These Fine Spots, Where They Never Saw Them Grow, And Who Neither Know Their Beginning Nor Their Progress!

It's Motive Alone Which Gives Character To The Actions Of Men.

We Never Love With All Our Heart And All Our Soul But Once, And That Is The First Time.