Nothing Is Given So Profusely

Our Virtues Are Often, In Reality, No Better Than Vices Disguised.

Every One Complains Of A Poor Memory, No One Of A Weak Judgment.

To Know Oneself Is Not Necessarily To Improve Oneself

We Feel Good And Ill Only In Proportion To Our Self-love.

We Are Always Bored By The Very People By Whom It Is Vital Not To Be Bored.