Too Great Cleverness Is But Deceptive Delicacy,

Nothing Hinders A Thing From Being Natural So Much As The Straining Ourselves To Make It Seem So.

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.

Happiness Is In The Taste, And Not In The Things Themselves; We Are Happy From Possessing What We Like, Not From Possessing What Others Like.

Preserving Health By Too Severe A Rule Is A Worrisome Malady.

However Greatly We Distrust The Sincerity Of Those We Converse With, Yet Still We Think They Tell More Truth To Us Than To Anyone Else.