No Man Can Love A Second Time

It Seems That Nature, Which Has So Wisely Disposed Our Bodily Organs With A View To Our Happiness, Has Also Bestowed On Us Pride, To Spare Us The Pain Of Being Aware Of Our Imperfections.

The Desire To Be Thought Clever Often Prevents A Man From Becoming So.

It Is Often Laziness And Timidity That Keep Us Within Our Duty While Virtue Gets All The Credit.

It's The Height Of Folly To Want To Be The Only Wise One.

None But The Contemptible Are Apprehensive Of Contempt.