We Give Nothing So Freely

We Often Bore Others When We Think We Cannot Possibly Bore Them.

Perhaps Being Old Is Having Lighted Rooms Inside Your Head, And People In Them, Acting. People You Know, Yet Can't Quite Name.

We Easily Forget Our Faults When No One Knows Them But Ourselves.

Love, Like Fire, Cannot Subsist Without Constant Impulse; It Ceases To Live From The Moment It Ceases To Hope Or To Fear.

The Virtues And Vices Are All Put In Motion By Interest.