The Passions Often Engender Their Contraries.

It Is The Prerogative Of Great Men Only To Have Great Defects.

We Take Less Pains To Be Happy, Than To Appear So.

It Seems That Nature, Which Has So Wisely Disposed Our Bodily Organs With A View To Our Happiness, Has Also Bestowed On Us Pride, To Spare Us The Pain Of Being Aware Of Our Imperfections.

The More We Love, The Nearer We Are To Hate.

In Love We Often Doubt What We Most Believe.