A Small Degree Of Wit, Accompanied By

The Reason We Do Not Let Our Friends See The Very Bottom Of Our Hearts Is Not So Much Distrust Of Them As Distrust Of Ourselves.

We Are Never So Happy, Nor So Unhappy, As We Suppose Ourselves To Be.

To Praise Great Actions With Sincerity May Be Said To Be Taking Part In Them.

Nothing Is More Ridiculous In Old People That Were Once Good-looking, Than To Forget That They Are Not So Still.

Friendship Is A Traffic Wherein Self-love Always Proposes To Be The Gainer.