When The Patient Loves His Disease, How

My Reason, It's True, Controls My Feelings, But Whatever Its Authority, It Doesn't Rule Them So Much As Tyrannize Them.

One Often Calms One's Grief By Recounting It.

Self-love Is The Source Of All Our Other Loves.

Happiness Seems Made To Be Shared.

Violence Is Just, Where Kindness Is Vain.