It Is No Tragedy To

One Forgives To The Degree That One Loves.

One Is Never Fortunate Or As Unfortunate As One Imagines.

If We Resist Our Passions, It Is More Due To Their Weakness Than Our Strength.

The Health Of The Soul Is As Precarious As That Of The Body; For When We Seem Secure From Passions, We Are No Less In Danger Of Their Infection Than We Are Of Falling Ill When We Appear To Be Well.

He Is Safe Who Admits No One To His Confidence.