The Desire Of Appearing Clever Often Prevents

If One Judges Love By The Majority Of Its Effects, It Is More Like Hatred Than Like Friendship.

In The Presence Of Some People We Inevitably Depart From Ourselves: We Are Inaccurate, We Say Things We Do Not Feel, And Talk Nonsense. When We Get Home We Are Conscious That We Have Made Fools Of Ourselves. Never Go Near These People.

The Extreme Pleasure We Take In Speaking Of Ourselves Should Make Us Apprehensive That It Gives Hardly Any To Those Who Listen To Us.

Moderation In People Who Are Contented Comes From That Calm That Good Fortune Lends To Their Spirit.

It Is Not Expedient Or Wise To Examine Our Friends Too Closely; Few Persons Are Raised In Our Esteem By A Close Examination.