We Do Not Like To Praise, And

Pity Is A Sense Of Our Own Misfortunes In Those Of Another Man; It Is A Sort Of Foresight Of The Disasters Which May Befall Ourselves. We Assist Others,, In Order That They May Assist Us On Like Occasions; So That The Services We Offer To The Unfortunate Are In Reality So Many Anticipated Kindnesses To Ourselves.

The Distempers Of The Soul Have Their Relapses, As Many And As Dangerous As Those Of The Body; And What We Take For A Perfect Cureis Generally Either An Abatement Of The Same Disease Or The Changing Of That For Another.

No Accidents Are So Unlucky [bad] But That The Wise May Draw Some Advantage [good] From Them.

The Truest Mark Of Being Born With Great Qualities Is To Be Born Without Envy.

We Are Never So Generous As When Giving Advice.