The Duration Of Our Passions Is No

Death And The Sun Are Not To Be Looked At Steadily.

The Surest Way To Be Deceived Is To Consider Oneself Cleverer Than Others.

Pity Is A Sense Of Our Own Misfortunes In Those Of Another Man; It Is A Sort Of Foresight Of The Disasters Which May Befall Ourselves. We Assist Others,, In Order That They May Assist Us On Like Occasions; So That The Services We Offer To The Unfortunate Are In Reality So Many Anticipated Kindnesses To Ourselves.

Ordinary Men Commonly Condemn What Is Beyond Them.

If We Are To Judge Of Love By Its Consequences, It More Nearly Resembles Hatred Than Friendship.