When The Heart Is Still Disturbed By

The Fondness Or Indifference That The Philosophers Expressed For Life Was Merely A Preference Inspired By Their Self-love, And Will No More Bear Reasoning Upon Than The Relish Of The Palate Or The Choice Of Colors.

Humility Is The Worst Form Of Conceit.

There Is A Form Of Eminence Which Does Not Depend On Fate; It Is An Air Which Sets Us Apart And Seems To Prtend Great Things; It Is The Value Which We Unconsciously Attach To Ourselves; It Is The Quality Which Wins Us Deference Of Others; More Than Birth, Position, Or Ability, It Gives Us Ascendance.

No Matter How Brilliant An Action, It Should Not Be Considered Great Unless It Was The Result Of A Great Motive.

Nothing Is Given So Profusely As Advice.