There Are Reproaches Which Praise, And Praises

Love, Like Fire, Cannot Subsist Without Constant Impulse; It Ceases To Live From The Moment It Ceases To Hope Or To Fear.

It Is Often Laziness And Timidity That Keep Us Within Our Duty While Virtue Gets All The Credit.

It Is Often Hard To Determine Whether A Clear, Open, And Honorable Proceeding Is The Result Of Goodness Or Of Cunning.

The More One Loves A Mistress, The More One Is Ready To Hate Her.

We Often Select Envenomed Praise Which, By A Reaction Upon Those We Praise, Shows Faults We Could Not Have Shown By Other Means.