In All Countries Where Nature

So Blinded Are We By Our Passions, That We Suffer More To Be Damned Than To Be Saved.

Criticism Is Like Champagne, Nothing More Execrable If Bad, Nothing More Excellent If Good.

The Martyrs To Vice Far Exceed The Martyrs To Virtue, Both In Endurance And In Number.

Some Indeed There Are Who Profess To Despise All Flattery, But Even These Are Nevertheless To Be Flattered, By Being Told That They Do Despise It.

When We Live Habitually With The Wicked, We Become Necessarily Either Their Victim Or Their Disciple; When We Associate, On The Contrary, With Virtuous Men, We Form Ourselves In Imitation Of Their Virtues, Or, At Least, Lose Every Day Something Of Our Faults.