There Are Certain Defects Which, Well-mounted, Glitter

In The Intercourse Of Life, We Please More By Our Faults Than By Our Good Qualities.

We Make Promises To The Extent That We Hope-and Keep Them To The Extent That We Fear.

Passions Often Produce Their Contraries: Avarice Sometimes Leads To Prodigality, And Prodigality To Avarice; We Are Often Obstinate Through Weakness And Daring Through Timidity.

History Never Embraces More Than A Small Part Of Reality

However We May Conceal Our Passions Under The Veil ... There Is Always Some Place Where They Peep Out.