Nothing Is So Catching As

What Renders Other People's Vanity Insufferable Is That It Wounds Our Own.

Perfect Valor Is To Do, Without A Witness, All That We Could Do Before The Whole World.

Of All Our Faults, The One We Avow Most Easily Is Idleness; We Persuade Ourselves That It Is Allied To All The Peaceable Virtues,and As For The Others, That It Does Not Destroy Them Utterly, But Only Suspends The Exercise Of Their Functions.

The Gallantry Of The Mind Consists In Agreeable Flattery.

The Hate Of Favourites Is Only A Love Of Favour. The Envy Of Not Possessing It, Consoles And Softens Its Regrets By The Contempt It Evinces For Those Who Possess It, And We Refuse Them Our Homage, Not Being Able To Detract From Them What Attracts That Of The Rest Of The World.