When A Man Is In

Often We Are Firm From Weakness, And Audacious From Timidity.

The Constancy Of Sages Is Nothing But The Art Of Locking Up Their Agitation In Their Hearts.

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

Death, Like The Sun, Cannot Be Looked At Steadily.

Our Envy Always Outlives The Felicity Of Its Object.