Robbing Life Of Friendship Is Like Robbing

We Forget Our Pleasures, We Remember Our Sufferings.

How Do Our Philosophers Act? Do They Not Inscribe Their Signatures To The Very Essays They Write On The Propriety Of Despising Glory.

We Are Born Poets. We Become Orators.

It Is Not Easy To Distinguish Between True And False Affection, Unless There Occur One Of Those Crises In Which, As Gold Is Tried By Fire, So A Faithful Friendship May Be Tested By Danger.

Men Ought To Be Most Annoyed By The Sufferings Which Come From Their Own Faults.