Self-love Is The Source Of All Our

We Never Taste A Perfect Joy; Our Happiest Successes Are Mixed With Sadness.

Every Brave Man Is A Man Of His Word; To Such Base Vices He Cannot Stoop, And Shuns More Than Death The Shame Of Lying.

Each Instant Of Life Is A Step Toward Death.

A Good Memory Is Needed After One Has Lied.

Happiness Seems Made To Be Shared.