No Accidents Are So Unlucky [bad] But

Our Minds Are As Much Given To Laziness As Our Bodies.

Our Enemies' Opinion Of Us Comes Closer To The Truth Than Our Own.

We Always Get Bored With Those Whom We Bore.

Conceit Causes More Conversation Than Wit.

We Are Not Fond Of Praising, And Never Praise Any One Except From Interested Motives. Praise Is A Clever, Concealed, And Delicate Flattery, Which Gratifies In Different Ways The Giver And The Receiver. The One Takes It As A Recompense Of His Merit, And The Other Bestows It To Display His Equity And Discernment.