Nothing Is Rarer Than Real

He Is Safe Who Admits No One To His Confidence.

Whatever Pretended Causes We May Blame Our Afflictions Upon, It Is Often Nothing But Self-interest And Vanity That Produce Them.

We Always Get Bored With Those Whom We Bore.

How Deceitful Hope May Be, Yet She Carries Us On Pleasantly To The End Of Life.

In The Human Heart There Is A Ceaseless Birth Of Passions, So That The Destruction Of One Is Almost Always The Establishment Of Another.