When Our Vices Desert Us, We Flatter

Jealousy Contains More Of Self-love Than Of Love.

We Easily Forget Crimes That Are Known To None But Ourselves.

We May Give Advice, But Not The Sense To Use It.

Few Things Are Needful To Make The Wise Man Happy, But Nothing Satisfies The Fool; - And This Is The Reason Why So Many Of Mankind Are Miserable.

In The Human Heart New Passions Are Forever Being Born; The Overthrow Of One Almost Always Means The Rise Of Another.