The More We Love, The Nearer We

The Heart Of Man Ever Finds A Constant Succession Of Passions, So That The Destroying And Pulling Down Of One Proves Generally Tobe Nothing Else But The Production And The Setting Up Of Another.

A Man's Happiness Or Unhappiness Depends As Much On His Temperament As On His Destiny.

Truth Does Less Good In The World Than Its Appearances Do Harm.

He That Fancies Such A Sufficiency In Himself That He Can Live Without All The World Is Greatly Mistaken; But He That Imagines Himself So Necessary That Other People Cannot Live Without Him Is A Great Deal More Mistaken.

Some Weak People Are So Sensible Of Their Weakness As To Be Able To Make A Good Use Of It.