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Contents of B:
No man is so perfect, so necessary to his friends, as to give them no cause to miss him less.
No more we meet in yonder bowers Absence has made me prone to roving; But older, firmer hearts than ours, Have found monotony in loving.
One seeks to make the loved one entirely happy, or, if that cannot be, entirely wretched.
One should never risk a joke, even of the mildest and most unexceptional charters, except among people of culture and wit.
The court is like a palace of marble; it's composed of people very hard and very polished.
The great gift of conversation lies less in displaying it ourselves than in drawing it out of others. He who leaves your company pleased with himself and his own cleverness is perfectly well pleased with you.
The passion of hatred is so long lived and so obstinate a malady that the surest sign of death in a sick person is their desire for reconciliation.