We Should Often Blush At Our Noblest

We Speak Little If Not Egged On By Vanity.

In Misfortune We Often Mistake Dejection For Constancy; We Bear It Without Daring To Look On It; Like Cowards, Who Suffer Themselves To Be Murdered Without Resistance.

Our Virtues Are Often, In Reality, No Better Than Vices Disguised.

Friendship Is Insipid To Those Who Have Experienced Love.

Praise Is A More Ingenious, Concealed, And Subtle Kind Of Flattery, That Satisfies Both The Giver And The Receiver, Though By Verydifferent Ways. The One Accepts It As A Reward Due To His Merit; The Other Gives It That He May Be Looked Upon As A Just And Discerning Person.