And Not To Serve For A Table-talk.

Every Movement Reveals Us.

There Is More Ado To Interpret Interpretations Than To Interpret Things, And More Books Upon Books Than Upon Any Other Subject; We Do Nothing But Comment Upon One Another. Every Place Swarms With Commentaries; Of Authors There Is Great Scarcity.

I Have Often Seen People Uncivil By Too Much Civility, And Tiresome In Their Courtesy.

When All Is Summed Up, A Man Never Speaks Of Himself Without Loss; His Accusations Of Himself Are Always Believed; His Praises Never.

A Man Must Become Wise At His Own Expense.