The Caprice Of Our Temper Is Even

The Heat Of Youth Is Not More Opposed To Safety Than The Coldness Of Age.

Envy Is More Incapable Of Reconciliation Than Hatred Is.

One Honor Won Is A Surety For More.

Pity Is Often A Reflection Of Our Own Evils In The Ills Of Others. It Is A Delicate Foresight Of The Troubles Into Which We May Fall.

It Is No Tragedy To Do Ungrateful People Favors, But It Is Unbearable To Be Indebted To A Scoundrel.