The Fool Is Like Those People Who

Men Sometimes Feel Injured By Praise Because It Assigns A Limit To Their Merit; Few People Are Modest Enough Not To Take Offense That One Appreciates Them.

Conscience, The Organ Of Feeling Which Dominates Us And Of The Opinions Which Rule Us, Is Presumptuous In The Strong, Timid In The Weak And Unfortunate, Uneasy In The Undecided.

One Promises Much, To Avoid Giving Little.

The Maxims Of Men Reveal Their Characters.

We Are Almost Always Guilty Of The Hate We Encounter.