Vice Foments War; It Is

Sometimes A Lengthened Period Of Prosperity Melts Away In A Moment; Just As The Heat Of Summer Flies Before A Day Of Tempest.

We Can Love With All Our Hearts Those In Whom We Recognize Great Faults. It Would Be Impertinent To Believe That Perfection Alone Has The Right To Please Us; Sometimes Our Weaknesses Attach Us To Each Other As Much As Our Virtues.

Conscience, The Organ Of Feeling Which Dominates Us And Of The Opinions Which Rule Us, Is Presumptuous In The Strong, Timid In The Weak And Unfortunate, Uneasy In The Undecided.

It Is Easier To Say New Things Than To Reconcile Those Which Have Already Been Said.

Whatever Affection We Have For Our Friends Or Relations, The Happiness Of Others Never Suffices For Our Own.