A Man Seldom Finds People Unthankful, As

It Seems That Nature, Which Has So Wisely Disposed Our Bodily Organs With A View To Our Happiness, Has Also Bestowed On Us Pride, To Spare Us The Pain Of Being Aware Of Our Imperfections.

We Exaggerate The Glory Of Some Men In Order To Detract From That Of Others.

Happiness Is In The Taste, And Not In The Things Themselves; We Are Happy From Possessing What We Like, Not From Possessing What Others Like.

Tastes In Young People Are Changed By Natural Impetuosity, And In The Aged Are Preserved By Habit.

Commonplace Minds Usually Condemn What Is Beyond The Reach Of Their Understanding.