When We Disclaim Praise, It Is Only

Though Confidence Is Very Fine, And Makes The Future Sunny; I Want No Confidence For Mine, I'd Rather Have The Money

We Confess To Little Faults Only To Persuade Ourselves We Have No Great Ones.

Men Have Written In The Most Convincing Manner To Prove That Death Is No Evil, And This Opinion Has Been Confirmed On A Thousand Celebrated Occasions By The Weakest Of Men As Well As By Heroes. Even So I Doubt Whether Any Sensible Person Has Ever Believed It, And The Trouble Men Take To Convince Others As Well As Themselves That They Do Shows Clearly That It Is No Easy Undertaking.

Jealousy Contains More Of Self-love Than Of Love.

Our Actions Are Like Blank Rhymes, To Which Everyone Applies What Sense He Pleases.