Death, Like The Sun, Cannot Be Looked

Jealousy Is Nothing More Than A Fear Of Abandonment

If There Be A Love Pure And Free From The Admixture Of Our Other Passions, It Is That Which Lies Hidden In The Bottom Of Our Heart, And Which We Know Not Ourselves.

We Would Rather Speak Ill Of Ourselves Than Not Talk About Ourselves At All.

In The Misfortunes Of Our Best Friends We Always Find Something Not Altogether Displeasing To Us.

Few People Know Death, We Only Endure It, Usually From Determination, And Even From Stupidity And Custom; And Most Men Only Die Because They Know Not How To Prevent Dying.