In Love The Deceit Generally Outstrips The

Moderation In People Who Are Contented Comes From That Calm That Good Fortune Lends To Their Spirit.

Reconciliation With Our Enemies Is Simply A Desire To Better Our Condition, A Weariness Of War, Or The Fear Of Some Unlucky Thing From Occurring.

We Often Shed Tears That Deceive Ourselves After Deceiving Others.

No Man Deserves To Be Praised For His Goodness, Who Has It Not In His Power To Be Wicked. Goodness Without That Power Is Generally Nothing More Than Sloth, Or An Impotence Of Will.

Self-love Is The Greatest Of All Flatterers.