All Who Know Their Own

Our Probity Is Not Less At The Mercy Of Fortune Than Our Property.

Old Age Is A Tyrant, Who Forbids, Under Pain Of Death, The Pleasures Of Youth.

The Mark Of Extraordinary Merit Is To See Those Most Envious Of It Constrained To Praise.

There Are Good Marriages, But There Are No Delightful Ones.

Some People Are So Extremely Whiffling And Inconsiderable That They Are As Far From Any Real Faults As From Substantial Virtues.