Man Only Blames Himself In Order That

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

We Rarely Ever Perceive Others As Being Sensible, Except For Those Who Agree With Us.

We Are So Accustomed To Disguise Ourselves To Others That In The End We Become Disguised To Ourselves.

If One Acts Rightly And Honestly, It Is Difficult To Decide Whether It Is The Effect Of Integrity Or Skill.

We Come Altogether Fresh And Raw Into The Several Stages Of Life, And Often Find Ourselves Without Experience, Despite Our Years.