We Say Little, When Vanity

We Often In Our Misfortunes Take That For Constancy And Patience Which Is Only Dejection Of Mind; We Suffer Without Daring To Holdup Our Heads, Just As Cowards Let Themselves Be Knocked On The Head Because They Have Not Courage To Strike Back.

Jealousy Is Not Love, But Self-love.

The Duration Of Our Passions Is No More Dependent On Ourselves Than The Duration Of Our Lives.

We Are So Accustomed To Disguise Ourselves To Others That In The End We Become Disguised To Ourselves.

When Our Vices Leave Us, We Like To Imagine It Is We Who Are Leaving Them.