No Man Is Clever Enough To Know

There Is An Excess Both In Happiness And Misery Above Our Power Of Sensation.

The Caprice Of Our Temper Is Even More Whimsical Than That Of Fortune.

How Can We Be Answerable For What We Shall Want In The Future, Since We Have No Clear Idea Of What We Want Now?

Were We Not Proud Ourselves, We Should Not Complain Of The Pride Of Others.

Few Are Sufficiently Wise To Prefer Censure Which Is Useful To Praise Which Is Treacherous.