More Are Taken In By Hope Than

We Can Love With All Our Hearts Those In Whom We Recognize Great Faults. It Would Be Impertinent To Believe That Perfection Alone Has The Right To Please Us; Sometimes Our Weaknesses Attach Us To Each Other As Much As Our Virtues.

Glory Fills The World With Virtue, And, Like A Beneficent Sun, Covers The Whole Earth With Flowers And With Fruits.

No One Likes To Be Pitied For His Faults.

Hatred Is Keener Than Friendship, Less Keen Than Love.

Hope Deceives More Men Than Cunning Does.