There Is A Joy In Sorrow Which

Every Man Has A Rainy Corner Of His Life Whence Comes Foul Weather Which Follows Him.

It Is Easier And Handier For Men To Flatter Than To Praise.

We Learn Our Virtues From Our Friends Who Love Us; Our Faults From The Enemy Who Hates Us. We Cannot Easily Discover Our Real Character From A Friend. He Is A Mirror, On Which The Warmth Of Our Breath Impedes The Clearness Of The Reflection.

Feelings Of Man Are Always Pure And The Brightest To The Meeting Time And Farewell.

Passion Makes The Best Observations And The Sorriest Conclusions.