Esteem Never Makes Ingrates.

The Desire Of Talking Of Ourselves, And Showing Those Faults We Do Not Mind Having Seen, Makes Up A Good Part Of Our Sincerity.

Nothing Is So Contagious As Example; And We Never Do Any Great Good Or Evil Which Does Not Produce Its Like.

Fortune Never Seems So Blind To Any As To Those On Whom She Bestows No Favors.

The Truest Comparison We Can Make Of Love Is To Liken It To A Fever; We Have No More Power Over The One Than The Other, Either As To Its Violence Or Duration.

It Requires No Small Degree Of Ability To Know When To Conceal One's Ability.