We Often Boast That We Are Never

Tis More Dishonourable To Distrust A Friend Than To Be Deceived By Him.

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.

If We Had No Faults, We Would Not Derive So Much Pleasure From Noting Those Of Other People.

We Should Scarcely Desire Things Ardently If We Were Perfectly Acquainted With What We Desire.

Some Follies Are Caught, Like Contagious Diseases.