Too Great Cleverness Is But Deceptive Delicacy,

There Are Two Sorts Of Constancy In Love One Arises From Continually Discovering In The Loved Person New Subjects For Love, The Other Arises From Our Making A Merit Of Being Constant.

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

Idleness And Fear Keeps Us In The Path Of Duty, But Our Virtue Often Gets The Praise.

As It Is The Characteristic Of Great Wits To Say Much In Few Words, So Small Wits Seem To Have The Gift Of Speaking Much And Saying Nothing.

What We Take For Virtue Is Often But An Assemblage Of Various Ambitions And Activities That Chance, Or Our Own Astuteness, Have Arranged In A Certain Manner; And It Is Not Always Out Of Courage Or Purity That Men Are Brave, And Women Chaste.