The Pleasure Of Love Is

Only The Great Can Afford To Have Great Defects.

Though Nature Be Ever So Generous, Yet Can She Not Make A Hero Alone. Fortune Must Contribute Her Part Too; And Till Both Concur, The Work Cannot Be Perfected.

It Appears That Nature Has Hid At The Bottom Of Our Hearts Talents And Abilities Unknown To Us. It Is Only The Passions That Have The Power Of Bringing Them To Light, And Sometimes Give Us Views More True And More Perfect Than Art Could Possibly Do.

No Persons Are More Frequently Wrong, Than Those Who Will Not Admit They Are Wrong.

We Give Nothing So Freely As Advice.