Lovers, When They Are No Longer In

Our Temper Sets A Price Upon Every Gift That We Receive From Fortune.

It Is Easier To Appear Worthy Of A Position One Does Not Hold, Than Of The Office Which One Fills.

Our Probity Is Not Less At The Mercy Of Fortune Than Our Property.

As Love Increases, Prudence Diminishes.

The Prospect Of Being Pleased Tomorrow Will Never Console Me For The Boredom Of Today.