Perfect Valor Is To Do, Without A

We Sometimes Imagine We Hate Flattery, But We Only Hate The Way We Are Flattered.

The Hate Of Favourites Is Only A Love Of Favour. The Envy Of Not Possessing It, Consoles And Softens Its Regrets By The Contempt It Evinces For Those Who Possess It, And We Refuse Them Our Homage, Not Being Able To Detract From Them What Attracts That Of The Rest Of The World.

The Height Of Cleverness Is To Be Able To Conceal It.

Ridicule Dishonors A Man More Than Dishonor Does.

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