The Desire Of Talking Of

The Defects And Faults Of The Mind Are Like Wounds In The Body; After All Imaginable Care Has Been Taken To Heal Them Up, Still There Will Be A Scar Left Behind, And They Are In Continual Danger Of Breaking The Skin And Bursting Out Again.

We Are Sometimes As Different From Ourselves As We Are From Others.

How Can We Expect Another To Keep Our Secret If We Have Been Unable To Keep It Ourselves?

Our Envy Always Outlives The Felicity Of Its Object.

However Rare True Love May Be, It Is Less So Than True Friendship.