Constancy Is The Chimera Of Love.

All That Causes One Man To Differ From Another Is A Very Slight Thing. What Is It That Is The Origin Of Beauty Or Ugliness, Health Or Weakness, Ability Or Stupidity? A Slight Difference In The Organs, A Little More Or A Little Less Bile. Yet This More Or Less Is Of Infinite Importance To Men; And When They Think Otherwise They Are Mistaken.

When We Are Sick Our Virtues And Our Vices Are In Abeyance.

The Wicked Are Always Surprised To Find That The Good Can Be Clever.

If Our Friends Do Us A Service, We Think They Owe It To Us By Their Title Of Friend. We Never Think That They Do Not Owe Us Their Friendship.

As Soon As An Opinion Becomes Common It Is Sufficient Reason For Men To Abandon It And To Uphold The Opposite Opinion Until That In Its Turn Grows Old, And They Require To Distinguish Themselves By Other Things. Thus If They Attain Their Goal In Some Art Or Science, We Must Expect Them Soon To Cast It Aside To Acquire Some Fresh Fame, And This Is Partly The Reason Why The Most Splendid Ages Degenerate So Quickly, And, Scarcely Emerged From Barbarism, Plunge Into It Again.