Every One Complains Of A Poor Memory,

Absence Cools Moderate Passions, And Inflames Violent Ones; Just As The Wind Blows Out Candles, But Kindles Fires.

We Do Not Wish Ardently For What We Desire Only Through Reason.

Organize One's Values In The Order Of Their Worth

The Soul's Maladies Have Their Relapses Like The Body's. What We Take For A Cure Is Often Just A Momentary Rally Or A New Form Of The Disease.

Friendship Is A Traffic Wherein Self-love Always Proposes To Be The Gainer.