There Is Merit Without Rank, But There

We Always Like Those Who Admire Us.

No One Thinks Fortune So Blind As Those She Has Been Least Kind To.

Neither Love Nor Fire Can Subsist Without Perpetual Motion; Both Cease To Live So Soon As They Cease To Hope, Or To Fear.

We Are Lazier In Our Minds Than In Our Bodies.

No Man Deserves To Be Praised For His Goodness, Who Has It Not In His Power To Be Wicked. Goodness Without That Power Is Generally Nothing More Than Sloth, Or An Impotence Of Will.