If We Did Not Flatter Ourselves, The

Very Few People Are Acquainted With Death. They Undergo It, Commonly, Not So Much Out Of Resolution As Custom And Insensitivity; And Most Men Die Because They Cannot Help It.

We Feel Good And Ill Only In Proportion To Our Self-love.

There Are People Who In Spite Of Their Merit Disgust Us And Others Who Please Us In Spite Of Their Faults.

When We Disclaim Praise, It Is Only Showing Our Desire To Be Praised A Second Time.

The Boldest Stroke And Best Act Of Friendship Is Not To Disclose Our Own Failings To A Friend, But To Show Him His Own.