The World Is Governed By Love,--self-love.

Reason Is The Historian, But Passions Are The Actors.

Rumor, Once Started, Rushes On Like A River, Until It Mingles With, And Is Lost In The Sea.

The Woman Who Too Easily And Ardently Yielded Her Devotion Will Find That Its Vitality, Like A Bright Fire, Soon Consumes Itself.

Wrong Is Wrong; No Fallacy Can Hide It, No Subterfuge Cover It So Shrewdly But That The All-seeing One Will Discover And Punish It.

Opinions, Theories, And Systems Pass By Turns Over The Grindstone Of Time, Which At First Gives Them Brilliancy And Sharpness, But Finally Wears Them Out.