We Never Love With All

A Well-born Man Is Fortunate, But So Is The Man About Whom People No Longer Ask, 'is He Well-born?'

That Man Is Good Who Does Good To Others; If He Suffers On Account Of The Good He Does, He Is Very Good; If He Suffers At The Hands Of Those To Whom He Has Done Good, Then His Goodness Is So Great That It Could Be Enhanced Only By Greater Sufferings; And If He Should Die At Their Hands, His Virtue Can Go No Further: It Is Heroic, It Is Perfect.

We Perceive When Love Begins And When It Declines By Our Embarrassment When Alone Together.

Time Makes Friendship Stronger, But Love Weaker.

A Party Spirit Betrays The Greatest Men To Act As Meanly As The Vulgar Herd.