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Though Men Are Apt To Flatter And Exalt Themselves With Their Great Achievements, Yet These Are, In Truth, Very Often Owing Not So Much To Design As Chance.

People Always Complain About Their Memories, Never About Their Minds.

When Our Vices Desert Us, We Flatter Ourselves That We Are Deserting Our Vices.

We Forget Our Faults Easily When They Are Known To Ourselves Alone.

There Is No Better Proof Of A Man's Being Truly Good Than His Desiring To Be Constantly Under The Observation Of Good Men.