We Sometimes Condemn The Present,

We Do Not Despise All Those Who Have Vices, But We Do Despise Those That Have No Virtue.

The Desire To Seem Clever Often Keeps Us From Being So.

We Had Better Appear What We Are, Than Affect To Appear What We Are Not.

We Do Not Lack Strength So Much As The Will To Use It; And Very Often Our Imagining That Things Are Impossible Is Nothing But An Excuse Of Our Own Contriving, To Reconcile Ourselves To Our Own Idleness.

It Is A Mighty Error To Suppose That None But Violent And Strong Passions, Such As Love And Ambition, Are Able To Vanquish The Rest. Even Idleness, As Feeble And Languishing As It Is, Sometimes Reigns Over Them; It Usurps The Throne And Sits Paramount Over All The Designs And Actions Of Our Lives, And Imperceptibly Wastes And Destroys All Our Passions And All Our Virtues.