Cunning And Treachery Proceed From Want Of

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

In Love Deceit Nearly Always Goes Further Than Mistrust.

In The Misfortunes Of Our Best Friends We Always Find Something Not Altogether Displeasing To Us.

There Are Some People Upon Whom Their Very Faults And Failings Sit Gracefully; And There Are Others Whose Very Excellencies And Accomplishments Do Not Become Them.

Of All Our Faults, The One We Avow Most Easily Is Idleness; We Persuade Ourselves That It Is Allied To All The Peaceable Virtues,and As For The Others, That It Does Not Destroy Them Utterly, But Only Suspends The Exercise Of Their Functions.