It Is A Species Of Coquetry To

As We Grow Older We Grow Both More Foolish And Wiser At The Same Time.

In The Intercourse Of Life, We Please More By Our Faults Than By Our Good Qualities.

Of All Our Faults, The One That We Excuse Most Easily Is Idleness.

Self-love Makes Our Friends Appear More Or Less Deserving In Proportion To The Delight We Take In Them, And The Measures By Whichwe Judge Of Their Worth Depend Upon The Manner Of Their Conversing With Us.

He Is A Truly Virtuous Man Who Wishes Always To Be Open To The Observation Of Honest Men.