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Most Men, Like Plants, Possess Hidden Qualities Which Chance Discovers.

We Confess To Little Faults Only To Persuade Ourselves We Have No Great Ones.

Man Only Blames Himself In Order That He May Be Praised.

Nature Seems At Each Man's Birth To Have Marked Out The Bounds Of His Virtues And Vices, And To Have Determined How Good Or How Wicked That Man Shall Be Capable Of Being.

The Gratitude Of Most Men Is But A Secret Desire Of Receiving Greater Benefits.