As We Grow Older, We Increase In

We Sometimes Think That We Hate Flattery, But We Only Hate The Manner In Which It Is Done. [fr., On Croit Quelquefoir Hair La Flatterie; Maid On Ne Hait Que A Maniere De Flatter.]

Solemnity Is A Device Of The Body To Hide The Faults Of The Mind.

The Only Good Copies Are Those Which Make Us See The Absurdity Of Bad Originals.

We Can Be More Clever Than One, But Not More Clever Than All.

Chance Corrects Us Of Many Faults That Reason Would Not Know How To Correct.