Our Distrust Of Another Justifies His Deceit.

Avarice Misapprehends Itself Almost Always. There Is No Passion Which More Often Will Miss Its Aim, Nor Upon Which The Present Has So Much Influence To The Prejudice Of The Future.

It Often Happens That Things Come Into The Mind In A More Finished Form Than Could Have Been Achieved After Much Study.

It Is Necessary, In Order To Know Things Well, To Know The Particulars Of Them; And These, Being Infinite, Make Our Knowledge Eversuperficial And Imperfect.

If We Are Incapable Of Finding Peace In Ourselves, It Is Pointless To Search Elsewhere.

Everyone Complains Of His Memory, And Nobody Complains Of His Judgment.