Love Seizes Us Suddenly, Without Giving Warning,

Great Things Astonish Us, And Small Dishearten Us. Custom Makes Both Familiar.

Such A Great Misfortune, Not To Be Able To Be Alone.

The Same Amount Of Pride Which Makes A Man Treat Haughtily His Inferiors, Makes Him Cringe Servilely; To Those Above Him.

In Art Them Is A Point Of Perfection, As Of Goodness Or Maturity In Nature; He Who Is Able To Perceive It, And Who Loves It, Has Perfect Taste; He Who Does Not Feel It, Or Loves On This Side Or That, Has An Imperfect Taste.

There Is No Excess In The World So Commendable As Excessive Gratitude.