For Avarice Begins Where Poverty Ends.

When Women Love Us, They Forgive Us Everything, Even Our Crimes; When They Do Not Love Us, They Give Us Credit For Nothing, Not Even Our Virtues.

Who Is To Decide Which Is The Grimmer Sight: Withered Hearts, Or Empty Skulls?

For Young People Always Begin By Loving Exaggeration, That Infirmity Of Noble Minds.

Love Is The Only Passion Which Suffers Neither Past Nor Future.

Nothing Is A Greater Impediment To Being On Good Terms With Others Than Being Ill At Ease With Yourself.