We Easily Forget Our Faults When No

Death, Like The Sun, Cannot Be Looked At Steadily.

We Are Better Pleased To See Those On Whom We Confer Benefits Than Those From Whom We Receive Them.

We Feel Good And Ill Only In Proportion To Our Self-love.

There Are Few People More Convinced Of Their Own Genius Than Those Who Complain Of How Stupid They Are.

Those Who Are Overreached By Our Cunning Are Far From Appearing To Us As Ridiculous As We Appear To Ourselves When The Cunning Of Others Has Overreached Us.