Neither The Sun Nor Death Can Be

Esteem Never Makes Ingrates.

We Are More Interested In Making Others Believe We Are Happy Than In Trying To Be Happy Ourselves.

Nothing Is More Contagious Than Example, And No Man Does Any Exceeding Good Or Exceeding Ill But It Spawns New Deeds Of The Same Kind. The Good We Imitate Through Emulation, The Ill Through The Malignity Of Our Nature, Which Shame Keeps Locked Up, But Example Sets Free.

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 More We Love, The Nearer We Are To Hate.