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Old Age Is A Tyrant, Who Forbids, Under Pain Of Death, The Pleasures Of Youth.

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.

The Surest Way To Be Deceived Is To Consider Oneself Cleverer Than Others.

We Should Scarcely Desire Things Ardently If We Were Perfectly Acquainted With What We Desire.

Pride Has A Greater Share Than Goodness In The Reproofs We Give Other People For Their Faults; And We Chide Them Not So Much To Make Them Mend Those Faults As To Make Them Believe That We Ourselves Are Without Fault.