A Weak Mind Is The Only Defect

Misers Mistake Gold For Their Good; Whereas 'tis Only A Means Of Attaining It.

Prudence And Love Are Inconsistent; In Proportion As The Last Increases, The Other Decreases.

It Seems That Nature, Which Has So Wisely Disposed Our Bodily Organs With A View To Our Happiness, Has Also Bestowed On Us Pride, To Spare Us The Pain Of Being Aware Of Our Imperfections.

We Are More Often Treacherous Through Weakness Than Through Calculation.

Fortune Never Appears So Blind As To Those To Whom She Does No Good.