If We Did Not Flatter

We Are Never Either So Fortunate Or So Misfortunate As We Imagine.

The Heart Is Forever Making The Head Its Fool.

Though Nature Be Ever So Generous, Yet Can She Not Make A Hero Alone. Fortune Must Contribute Her Part Too; And Till Both Concur, The Work Cannot Be Perfected.

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

To Listen Closely And Reply Well Is The Highest Perfection We Are Able To Attain In The Art Of Conversation.