Servitude Degrades People To Such A Point

Hope Animates The Wise, And Lures The Presumptuous And Indolent Who Repose Inconsiderately On Her Promises.

Whatever Affection We Have For Our Friends Or Relations, The Happiness Of Others Never Suffices For Our Own.

If Anyone Accuses Me Of Contradicting Myself, I Shall Reply; I Have Been Wrong Once Or More Often, However I Do Not Aspire To Be Always Wrong.

Prosperity Makes Some Friends And Many Enemies.

Conscience, The Organ Of Feeling Which Dominates Us And Of The Opinions Which Rule Us, Is Presumptuous In The Strong, Timid In The Weak And Unfortunate, Uneasy In The Undecided.