If We Did Not Have

If We Judge Love By Most Of Its Effects, It Resembles Rather Hatred Than Affection.

It Seems That Nature, Which Has So Wisely Disposed Our Bodily Organs With A View To Our Happiness, Has Also Bestowed On Us Pride, To Spare Us The Pain Of Being Aware Of Our Imperfections.

When We Are Unable To Find Tranquility Within Ourselves, It Is Useless To Seek It Elsewhere.

Ridicule Dishonors A Man More Than Dishonor Does.

Our Concern For The Loss Of Our Friends Is Not Always From A Sense Of Their Worth, But Rather Of Our Own Need Of Them And That We Have Lost Some Who Had A Good Opinion Of Us.