Man's Greatest Weakness Is His Love For

Betrayed And Wronged In Everything, I’ll Flee This Bitter World Where Vice Is King, And Seek Some Spot Unpeopled And Apart Where I’ll Be Free To Have An Honest Heart. - Molière, The Misanthrope

When We Are Understood, We Always Speak Well, And Then All Your Fine Diction Serves No Purpose.

The Trees That Are Slow To Grow Bear The Best Fruit.

The Proof Of True Love Is To Be Unsparing In Criticism.

I Have The Knack Of Easing Scruples.