Nothing Is Rarer Than Real Goodness.

Being A Blockhead Is Sometimes The Best Security Against Being Cheated By A Man Of Wit.

Nature Seems At Each Man's Birth To Have Marked Out The Bounds Of His Virtues And Vices, And To Have Determined How Good Or How Wicked That Man Shall Be Capable Of Being.

Neither The Sun Nor Death Can Be Looked At Steadily.

The Gratitude Of Most Men Is But A Secret Desire Of Receiving Greater Benefits.

Our Virtues Are Often, In Reality, No Better Than Vices Disguised.