History Never Embraces More Than A Small

The Confidence Which We Have In Ourselves Give Birth To Much Of That, Which We Have In Others.

We Confess To Little Faults Only To Persuade Ourselves We Have No Great Ones.

However Greatly We Distrust The Sincerity Of Those We Converse With, Yet Still We Think They Tell More Truth To Us Than To Anyone Else.

Envy Is Destroyed By True Friendship, As Coquetry By True Love.

Jealousy Contains More Of Self-love Than Of Love.