There Is A Sort Of Love Whose

The Largest Ambition Has The Least Appearance Of Ambition When It Meets With An Absolute Impossibility In Compassing Its Object.

Love Can No More Continue Without A Constant Motion Than Fire Can; And When Once You Take Hope And Fear Away, You Take From It Its Very Life And Being.

Death, Like The Sun, Cannot Be Looked At Steadily.

Women Do Not Know All Their Powers Of Flirtation.

The Most Subtle Of Our Acts Is To Simulate Blindness For Snares That We Know Are Set For Us.