Criticism Sometimes Is Really Praise,

Sincerity Is A Certain Openness Of Heart. It Is To Be Found In Very Few, And What We Commonly Look Upon To Be So Is Only A Cunningsort Of Dissimulation, To Insinuate Ourselves Into The Confidence Of Others.

We Sometimes Differ More Widely From Ourselves Than We Do From Others.

We Often Pride Ourselves On Even The Most Criminal Passions, But Envy Is A Timid And Shamefaced Passion We Never Dare To Acknowledge.

No Men Are Oftener Wrong Than Those That Can Least Bear To Be So.

We Are Almost Always Wearied In The Company Of Persons With Whom We Are Not Permitted To Be Weary.