There Is A Sort Of Love Whose

To Awaken A Man Who Is Deceived As To His Own Merit Is To Do Him As Bad A Turn As That Done To The Athenian Madman Who Was Happy In Believing That All The Ships Touching At The Port Belonged To Him.

Women Do Not Know All Their Powers Of Flirtation.

We Pardon As Long As We Love.

There Are No Events So Disastrous That Adroit Men Do Not Draw Some Advantage From Them, Nor Any So Fortunate That The Imprudent Cannot Turn To Their Own Prejudice.

The Health Of The Soul Is Something We Can Be No More Sure Of Than That Of The Body; And Though A Man May Seem Far From The Passions, Yet He Is In As Much Danger Of Falling Into Them As One In A Perfect State Of Health Of Having A Fit Of Sickness.