The Man Whom No One Pleases Is

The Caprice Of Our Temper Is Even More Whimsical Than That Of Fortune.

There Are Certain Defects Which, Well-mounted, Glitter Like Virtue Itself.

The Passions Are The Only Orators That Always Persuade: They Are, As It Were, A Natural Art, The Rules Of Which Are Infallible; And The Simplest Man With Passion Is More Persuasive Than The Most Eloquent Without It.

We Should Often Feel Ashamed Of Our Best Actions If The World Could See All The Motives Which Produced Them.

Man Only Blames Himself In Order That He May Be Praised.