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Few Are The Friends Of A Mans Self, Most Those Of His Circumstances.

Many Pleasant Things Are Better When They Belong To Someone Else. When Things Belong To Others, We Enjoy Them Twice As Much, Without The Risk Of Losing Them, And With The Pleasure Of Novelty.

Nature Scarcely Ever Gives Us The Very Best; For That We Must Have Recourse To Art.

Deceit Comes In Through The Ears, But Usually Leaves Through The Eyes.

We Live By Information, Not By Sight.