It Requires Greater Virtues To Support Good

Death, Like The Sun, Cannot Be Looked At Steadily.

Honest People Will Respect Us For Our Merit: The Public, For Our Luck.

The Truest Comparison We Can Make Of Love Is To Liken It To A Fever; We Have No More Power Over The One Than The Other, Either As To Its Violence Or Duration.

It Is Worth Nothing To Be Young Without Being Beautiful, Nor To Be Beautiful Without Being Young.

The World More Often Rewards The Appearances Of Merit Than Merit Itself.