There Are Few Occasions When We Should

Hope, Deceitful As It Is, Carries Us Through Life Agreeably Enough.

What Is Perfectly True Is Perfectly Witty.

Men Are Not Only Prone To Forget Benefits; They Even Hate Those Who Have Obliged Them, And Cease To Hate Those Who Have Injured Them. The Necessity Of Revenging An Injury, Or Of Recompensing A Benefit Seems A Slavery To Which They Are Unwilling To Submit.

In Love Deceit Almost Always Outstrips Distrust.

The Sicknesses Of The Soul Have Their Ups And Downs Like Those Of The Body; What We Take To Be A Cure Is Most Often Merely A Respite Or Change Of Disease.