Jealousy Is Not So Much The Love

There Are Few People More Convinced Of Their Own Genius Than Those Who Complain Of How Stupid They Are.

Every One Complains Of A Poor Memory, No One Of A Weak Judgment.

If We Never Flattered Ourselves We Should Have But Scant Pleasure.

No Man Deserves To Be Praised For His Goodness, Who Has It Not In His Power To Be Wicked. Goodness Without That Power Is Generally Nothing More Than Sloth, Or An Impotence Of Will.

We May Give Advice, But Not The Sense To Use It.