There Are Few Good Women

Fortune Makes Our Virtues And Vices Visible, Just As Light Does The Objects Of Sight.

Our Wisdom Is No Less At Fortune's Mercy Than Our Wealth.

Pity Is Often A Reflection Of Our Own Evils In The Ills Of Others. It Is A Delicate Foresight Of The Troubles Into Which We May Fall.

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.

We Rarely Ever Perceive Others As Being Sensible, Except For Those Who Agree With Us.