The Caprice Of Our Temper Is Even

Our Probity Is Not Less At The Mercy Of Fortune Than Our Property.

No Man Deserves To Be Praised For His Goodness, Who Has It Not In His Power To Be Wicked. Goodness Without That Power Is Generally Nothing More Than Sloth, Or An Impotence Of Will.

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.

We Are Almost Always Bored By Just Those Whom We Must Not Find Boring.

He Is A Truly Virtuous Man Who Wishes Always To Be Open To The Observation Of Honest Men.