We Can Never Be Certain Of Our

We Confess To Little Faults Only To Persuade Ourselves We Have No Great Ones.

The Moderation Of Fortunate People Comes From The Calm Which Good Fortune Gives To Their Tempers.

The Most Subtle Of Our Acts Is To Simulate Blindness For Snares That We Know Are Set For Us.

Nothing Is More Contagious Than Example, And No Man Does Any Exceeding Good Or Exceeding Ill But It Spawns New Deeds Of The Same Kind. The Good We Imitate Through Emulation, The Ill Through The Malignity Of Our Nature, Which Shame Keeps Locked Up, But Example Sets Free.

True Bravery Is Shown By Performing Without Witness What One Might Be Capable Of Doing Before All The World.