Fortune Mends More Faults In Us Than

Pity Is A Sense Of Our Own Misfortunes In Those Of Another Man; It Is A Sort Of Foresight Of The Disasters Which May Befall Ourselves. We Assist Others,, In Order That They May Assist Us On Like Occasions; So That The Services We Offer To The Unfortunate Are In Reality So Many Anticipated Kindnesses To Ourselves.

That Conduct Often Seems Ridiculous The Secret Reasons Of Which Are Wise And Solid.

Jealousy Is In Some Measure Just And Reasonable, Since It Merely Aims At Keeping Something That Belongs To Us Or We Think Belongsto Us, Whereas Envy Is A Frenzy That Cannot Bear Anything That Belongs To Others.

Conceit Causes More Conversation Than Wit.

There Is Only One Kind Of Love, But There Are A Thousand Imitations.