The Greatest Part Of Our Faults Are

Self-love Is More Cunning Than The Most Cunning Man In The World.

Misers Mistake Gold For Their Good; Whereas 'tis Only A Means Of Attaining It.

When The Soul Is Ruffled By The Remains Of One Passion, It Is More Disposed To Entertain A New One Than When It Is Entirely Curedand At Rest From All.

Prudence And Love Are Inconsistent; In Proportion As The Last Increases, The Other Decreases.

The Only Good Copies Are Those Which Make Us See The Absurdity Of Bad Originals.