Fortunate Persons Hardly Ever Amend Their Ways:

We Are Almost Always Wearied In The Company Of Persons With Whom We Are Not Permitted To Be Weary.

Humility Is The Worst Form Of Conceit.

If We Never Flattered Ourselves We Should Have But Scant Pleasure.

If Vanity Does Not Entirely Overthrow The Virtues, At Least It Makes Them All Totter.

Nothing Ought In Reason To Mortify Our Self-satisfaction More That The Considering That We Condemn At One Time What We Highly Approve And Commend At Another.