True Love Is Like Ghosts, Which Everyone

Good Taste Comes More From The Judgment Than From The Mind.

That Which Makes The Vanity Of Others Unbearable To Us Is That Which Wounds Our Own.

A Man's Worth Has Its Season, Like Fruit.

Love Has Its Name Borrowed By A Great Number Of Dealings And Affairs That Are Attributed To It--in Which It Has No Greater Part Than The Doge In What Is Done At Venice.

Men More Easily Renounce Their Interests Than Their Tastes.