We Sometimes Condemn The Present, By Praising

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

The Esteem Of Good Men Is The Reward Of Our Worth, But The Reputation Of The World In General Is The Gift Of Our Fate.

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.

There Are Few People Who Are More Often In The Wrong Than Those Who Cannot Endure To Be So.

In The Misfortunes Of Our Best Friends We Always Find Something Not Altogether Displeasing To Us.