There Is No Applause That So Flatters

When You Talk Yourself, You Think How Witty, How Original, How Acute You Are; But When Another Does So, You Are Very Apt To Think Only - What A Crib From Rochefoucauld!

We Only See Clearly When We Have Reached The Depths Of Woe.

The Loss Of Our Illusions Is The Only Loss From Which We Never Recover.

Christianity Has Ever Been The Enemy Of Human Love.

Friendship Is Usually Treated...as A Tough...thing Which Will Survive All Manner Of Bad Treatment. But This Is An Exceedingly Great And Foolish Error; It May Die In An Hour Of A Single Unwise Word.