The Heat Of Youth Is Not More

We Often Bore Others When We Think We Cannot Possibly Bore Them.

We Only Confess Our Little Faults To Persuade People That We Have No Big Ones.

Our Actions Are Like Blank Rhymes, To Which Everyone Applies What Sense He Pleases.

Those Who Are Overreached By Our Cunning Are Far From Appearing To Us As Ridiculous As We Appear To Ourselves When The Cunning Of Others Has Overreached Us.

True Eloquence Consists In Saying All That Should Be Said, And That Only.