The Man Whom No One

It May Be Said That The Vices Await Us In The Journey Of Life Like Hosts With Whom We Must Successively Lodge; And I Doubt Whether Experience Would Make Us Avoid Them If We Were To Travel The Same Road A Second Time.

There Is Many A Virtuous Woman Weary Of Her Trade.

The More We Love, The Nearer We Are To Hate.

Customary Use Of Artifice Is The Sign Of A Small Mind, And It Almost Always Happens That He Who Uses It To Cover One Spot Uncovers Himself In Another.

We Sometimes Imagine We Hate Flattery, But We Only Hate The Way We Are Flattered.