Only Great Men Have Great Faults.

Pity Is A Sense Of Our Own Misfortunes In Those Of Another Man; It Is A Sort Of Foresight Of The Disasters Which May Befall Ourselves. We Assist Others,, In Order That They May Assist Us On Like Occasions; So That The Services We Offer To The Unfortunate Are In Reality So Many Anticipated Kindnesses To Ourselves.

Our Envy Always Outlives The Felicity Of Its Object.

There Are Few People Who Are More Often In The Wrong Than Those Who Cannot Endure To Be So.

Love's Greatest Miracle Is The Curing Of Coquetry.

Women Can Less Easily Surmount Their Coquetry Than Their Passions.