When Our Vices Desert Us, We Flatter

Some People Displease With Merit, And Others' Very Faults And Defects Are Pleasing.

It Is Oftener By The Estimation Of Our Own Feelings That We Exaggerate The Good Qualities Of Others Than By Their Merit, And When We Praise Them We Wish To Attract Their Praise.

Bodily Labor Alleviates The Pains Of The Mind And From This Arises The Happiness Of The Poor

Moderation Is An Ostentatious Proof Of Our Strength Of Character.

Second-rate Minds Usually Condemn Everything Beyond Their Grasp.