The Intention Of Never Deceiving

Envy Is More Incapable Of Reconciliation Than Hatred Is.

Οur Own Distrust Somewhat Justifies The Deceit Of Others.

The Tranquility Or Agitation Of Our Temper Does Not Depend So Much On The Big Things Which Happen To Us In Life, As On The Pleasant Or Unpleasant Arrangements Of The Little Things Which Happen Daily.

We Sometimes Differ More Widely From Ourselves Than We Do From Others.

The Whimsicalness Of Our Own Humor Is A Thousand Times More Fickle And Unaccountable Than What We Blame So Much In Fortune.