We Endeavor To Make A Virtue Of

A Woman Often Thinks She Regrets The Lover, When She Only Regrets The Love.

We Often Credit Ourselves With Vices The Reverse Of What We Have, Thus When Weak We Boast Of Our Obstinacy.

The Prospect Of Being Pleased Tomorrow Will Never Console Me For The Boredom Of Today.

As Long As We Love, We Can Forgive.

For The Credit Of Virtue We Must Admit That The Greatest Misfortunes Of Men Are Those Into Which They Fall Through Their Crimes.