A Respectable Man May Love Madly, But

If We Resist Our Passions, It Is More Due To Their Weakness Than Our Strength.

The Hate Of Favourites Is Only A Love Of Favour. The Envy Of Not Possessing It, Consoles And Softens Its Regrets By The Contempt It Evinces For Those Who Possess It, And We Refuse Them Our Homage, Not Being Able To Detract From Them What Attracts That Of The Rest Of The World.

We Often Do Shallow Good In Order To Accomplish Evil With Impunity.

We Give Advice, But We Cannot Give The Wisdom To Profit By It.

We Are So Used To Dissembling With Others That In Time We Come To Deceive And Dissemble With Ourselves.