Virtue Would Go Far If Vanity Did

Every One Speaks Well Of His Own Heart, But No One Dares Speak Well Of His Own Mind.

We Love Everything On Our Own Account; We Even Follow Our Own Taste And Inclination When We Prefer Our Friends To Ourselves; And Yet It Is This Preference Alone That Constitutes True And Perfect Friendship.

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

When Love Becomes Labored We Welcome An Act Of Infidelity Towards Ourselves To Free Us From Fidelity.

Pity Is Often A Reflection Of Our Own Evils In The Ills Of Others. It Is A Delicate Foresight Of The Troubles Into Which We May Fall.