Assassination Makes Only Martyrs, Not Converts.

Esteem Incites Friendship, But Not Love; The Former Is The Twin Brother Of Reverence; The Latter Is The Child Of Equality.

After His Blood, That Which A Man Can Next Give Out Of Himself Is A Tear.

Sad Is His Lot, Who, Once At Least In His Life, Has Not Been A Poet.

The Reason That Women Are So Much More Sociable Than Men Is Because They Act More From The Heart Than The Intellect.

Private Passions Tire And Exhaust Themselves, Public Ones Never.