We Think Very Few People Sensible, Except

Constancy In Love Is A Perpetual Inconstancy Which Fixes Our Hearts Successively To All The Qualities Of The Person Loved--sometimes Admiring One And Sometimes Another Above All The Rest--so That This Constancy Roves As Far As It Can, And Is No Better Than Inconstancy, Confined Within The Compass Of One Person.

When Our Vices Leave Us, We Like To Imagine It Is We Who Are Leaving Them.

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

Often We Are Firm From Weakness, And Audacious From Timidity.

Gratitude Is A Useless Word. You Will Find It In A Dictionary But Not In Life.