Those Who Give Too Much Attention To

We Love Everything On Our Own Account; We Even Follow Our Own Taste And Inclination When We Prefer Our Friends To Ourselves; And Yet It Is This Preference Alone That Constitutes True And Perfect Friendship.

We Sometimes Imagine We Hate Flattery, But We Only Hate The Way We Are Flattered.

All The Passions Make Us Commit Faults; Love Makes Us Commit The Most Ridiculous Ones.

Our Merit Gains Us The Esteem Of The Virtuous-our Star That Of The Public.

The Heart Is Forever Making The Head Its Fool.