The World Is Full Of Pots Jeering

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

The Most Subtle Of Our Acts Is To Simulate Blindness For Snares That We Know Are Set For Us.

Humility Is The Altar Upon Which God Wishes That We Should Offer Him His Sacrifices.

The Moderation Of Men In The Most Exalted Fortunes Is A Desire To Be Thought Above Those Things That Have Raised Them So High.

Self-love Increases Or Diminishes For Us The Good Qualities Of Our Friends, In Proportion To The Satisfaction We Feel With Them; And We Judge Of Their Merit By The Manner In Which They Act Towards Us.