Before We Set Our Hearts Too Much

Some Disguised Deceits Counterfeit Truth So Perfectly That Not To Be Taken In By Them Would Be An Error Of Judgment.

We Own Up To Minor Failings, But Only So As To Convince Others That We Have No Major Ones.

Praise Is Flattery, Artful, Hidden, Delicate, Which Gratifies Differently Him Who Praises And Him Who Is Praised. The One Takes It As The Reward Of Merit, The Other Bestows It To Show His Impartiality And Knowledge.

We Are Never So Ridiculous Through What We Are As Through What We Pretend To Be.

The Defects Of The Mind, Like Those Of The Face, Grow Worse With Age.