There Are Some Faults Which, When Well

Nature Has Concealed At The Bottom Of Our Minds Talents And Abilities Of Which We Are Not Aware.

There Is Only One Kind Of Love, But There Are A Thousand Imitations.

There Are Some People Upon Whom Their Very Faults And Failings Sit Gracefully; And There Are Others Whose Very Excellencies And Accomplishments Do Not Become Them.

We Often Act Treacherously More From Weakness Than From A Fixed Motive.

The Duration Of Our Passions Is No More Dependent On Ourselves Than The Duration Of Our Lives.