Fortune Makes Our Virtues And Vices Visible,

The Violence We Do To Ourselves In Order To Remain Faithful To The One We Love Is Hardly Better Than An Act Of Infidelity.

We Easily Forget Crimes That Are Known To None But Ourselves.

Even The Most Disinterested Love Is, After All, But A Kind Of Bargain, In Which Self-love Always Proposes To Be The Gainer One Wayor Another.

We Rarely Think People Have Good Sense Unless They Agree With Us.

We May Sooner Be Brought To Love Them That Hate Us, Than Them That Love Us More Than We Would Have Them Do.