Those Who Are Incapable Of Committing Great

Our Own Distrust Gives A Fair Pretence For The Knavery Of Other People.

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

He Who Refuses Praise The First Time That It Is Offered Does So Because He Would Hear It A Second Time.

Happiness Does Not Consist In Things Themselves But In The Relish We Have Of Them; And A Man Has Attained It When He Enjoys What He Loves And Desires Himself, And Not What Other People Think Lovely And Desirable.

If We Are To Judge Of Love By Its Consequences, It More Nearly Resembles Hatred Than Friendship.