Without Humility, We Keep All Our Defects;

The Hate Of Favourites Is Only A Love Of Favour. The Envy Of Not Possessing It, Consoles And Softens Its Regrets By The Contempt It Evinces For Those Who Possess It, And We Refuse Them Our Homage, Not Being Able To Detract From Them What Attracts That Of The Rest Of The World.

Ordinary Men Commonly Condemn What Is Beyond Them.

We Always Get Bored With Those Whom We Bore.

The Caprice Of Our Temper Is Even More Whimsical Than That Of Fortune.

If You Cannot Find Peace In Yourself, It Is Useless To Look For It Elsewhere.