The World Will Avenge Itself Upon All

Every Moment Of Happiness Requires A Great Amount Of Ignorance

Excess Of Joy Is Harder To Bear Than Any Amount Of Sorrow.

All We Are Is In The Soul.

Pity Is Woman's Sweetest Charm.

True Love Is Mixed Up With Birdlike Squabbles, In Which The Disputants Wound Each Other To The Quick; But A Quarrel Without Animus Is, On The Contrary, Apiece Of Flattery To The Dupe's Conceit.