Beautiful Coquettes Are Quacks Of

There Is A Kind Of Love, The Excess Of Which Forbids Jealousy.

None But The Contemptible Are Apprehensive Of Contempt.

Love Can No More Continue Without A Constant Motion Than Fire Can; And When Once You Take Hope And Fear Away, You Take From It Its Very Life And Being.

It Is A Mistake To Imagine, That The Violent Passions Only, Such As Ambition And Love, Can Triumph Over The Rest. Idleness, Languid As It Is, Often Masters Them All; She Influences All Our Designs And Actions, And Insensibly Consumes And Destroys Both Passions And Virtues.

Those Who Occupy Their Minds With Small Matters, Generally Become Incapable Of Greatness.