It Is A Species Of Coquetry To

There Is Something To Be Said For Jealousy, Because It Only Designs The Preservation Of Some Good Which We Either Have Or Think Wehave A Right To. But Envy Is A Raging Madness That Cannot Bear The Wealth Or Fortune Of Others.

If It Were Not For Poetry, Few Men Would Ever Fall In Love.

It Is As Commendable To Think Well Of Oneself When Alone, As It Is Ridiculous To Speak Well Of Oneself Among Others.

It Is As Easy To Unknowingly Deceive Yourself As It Is To Deceive Others.

To Think To Be Wise Alone Is A Very Great Folly.