We Are Inconsolable At Being

Treachery Is More Often The Effect Of Weakness Than Of A Formed Design.

The Truest Comparison We Can Make Of Love Is To Liken It To A Fever; We Have No More Power Over The One Than The Other, Either As To Its Violence Or Duration.

Nothing Is More Contagious Than Example, And No Man Does Any Exceeding Good Or Exceeding Ill But It Spawns New Deeds Of The Same Kind. The Good We Imitate Through Emulation, The Ill Through The Malignity Of Our Nature, Which Shame Keeps Locked Up, But Example Sets Free.

The Heat Of Youth Is Not More Opposed To Safety Than The Coldness Of Age.

Few Know How To Be Old.