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The Vices Enter Into The Composition Of The Virtues, As Poisons Into That Of Medicines. Prudence Collects And Arranges Them, And Uses Them Beneficially Against The Ills Of Life.

Self-love, As It Happens To Be Well Or Ill Conducted, Constitutes Virtue And Vice.

Youth Is A Continual Intoxication; It Is The Fever Of Reason.

Of All Our Faults, The One That We Excuse Most Easily Is Idleness.

We Easily Forget Crimes That Are Known To None But Ourselves.