All The Passions Make Us Commit Faults;

We Pardon As Long As We Love.

The Hate Of Favourites Is Only A Love Of Favour. The Envy Of Not Possessing It, Consoles And Softens Its Regrets By The Contempt It Evinces For Those Who Possess It, And We Refuse Them Our Homage, Not Being Able To Detract From Them What Attracts That Of The Rest Of The World.

We Confess To Little Faults Only To Persuade Ourselves We Have No Great Ones.

No Fools Are So Difficult To Manage As Those With Some Brains.

In Friendship As Well As Love, Ignorance Very Often Contributes More To Our Happiness Than Knowledge.