Love Is A Great Poet, Its Resources

When A Sonnet Is Mediocre It Is Bad, For It Should Be Sublime.

The Pleasure I Gave My Lovers Was A Four Fifth Of The Pleasure I Experienced.

We Avenge Intelligence When We Deceive A Fool, And The Victory Is Worth The Trouble

I Am Bound To Add That The Excess In Too Little Has Ever Proved In Me More Dangerous Than The Excess In Too Much; The Last May Cause Indigestion, But The First Causes Death.

By Recollecting The Pleasures I Have Had Formerly, I Renew Them, I Enjoy Them A Second Time, While I Laugh At The Remembrance Of Troubles Now Past, And Which I No Longer Feel.