We Do Not Like To

When Our Hatred Is Violent, It Sinks Us Even Beneath Those We Hate.

We Rarely Think People Have Good Sense Unless They Agree With Us.

Hope Is The Last Thing That Dies In Man.

Most Women Lament Not The Death Of Their Lovers So Much Out Of Real Affection For Them, As Because They Would Appear Worthy Of Love.

There Is A Sort Of Love Whose Very Excessiveness Prevents The Lover's Being Jealous.