Each Day My Reason Tells Me So;

People Are All Alike In Their Promises. It Is Only In Their Deeds That They Differ.

Cover That Bosom That I Must Not See: Souls Are Wounded By Such Things.

The Envious Will Die, But Envy Never. [fr., Les Envieux Mourront, Mais Non Jamais L'envie.]

One Cannot But Mistrust A Prospect Of Felicity: One Must Enjoy It Before One Can Believe In It.

The Absence Of The Beloved, Short Though It May Last, Always Lasts Too Long.