Our Distrust Of Another Justifies His Deceit.

We Often Pride Ourselves On Even The Most Criminal Passions, But Envy Is A Timid And Shamefaced Passion We Never Dare To Acknowledge.

We Do Not Despise All Those Who Have Vices, But We Do Despise Those That Have No Virtue.

The Generality Of Men Have, Like Plants, Latent Properties, Which Chance Brings To Light.

Pity Is Often A Reflection Of Our Own Evils In The Ills Of Others. It Is A Delicate Foresight Of The Troubles Into Which We May Fall.

Women In Love Sooner Forgive Great Indiscretions Than Small Infidelities.