We Are Almost Always Wearied

We Only Confess Our Little Faults To Persuade People That We Have No Big Ones.

There Are More Defects In Temperament Than In The Mind.

A Man Convinced Of His Own Merit Will Accept Misfortune As An Honor, For Thus Can He Persuade Others, As Well As Himself, That He Is A Worthy Target For The Arrows Of Fate.

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

Too Great Cleverness Is But Deceptive Delicacy, True Delicacy Is The Most Substantial Cleverness.