Jealousy Is Not Love, But Self-love.

In The Human Heart New Passions Are Forever Being Born; The Overthrow Of One Almost Always Means The Rise Of Another.

There Are Fine Things That Are More Brilliant When They Are Unfinished Than When Finished Too Much.

That Conduct Often Seems Ridiculous The Secret Reasons Of Which Are Wise And Solid.

The Mind Is Always The Patsy Of The Heart.

There Is No Disguise Which Can Hide Love For Long Where It Exists, Or Simulate It Where It Does Not.