What Keeps Us From Abandoning Ourselves Entirely

There Is Only One Kind Of Love, But There Are A Thousand Imitations.

Cunning And Treachery Are The Offspring Of Incapacity.

We Have No Patience With Other People's Vanity Because It Is Offensive To Our Own.

Men Would Not Live In Society Long If They Were Not Each Others Dupes.

Of All Our Faults, The One We Avow Most Easily Is Idleness; We Persuade Ourselves That It Is Allied To All The Peaceable Virtues,and As For The Others, That It Does Not Destroy Them Utterly, But Only Suspends The Exercise Of Their Functions.