Great Souls Are Not Those Who Have

Esteem Never Makes Ingrates.

It Is Easier To Be Wise For Others Than For Ourselves.

If One Judges Love By The Majority Of Its Effects, It Is More Like Hatred Than Like Friendship.

In All Aspects Of Life, We Take On A Part And An Appearance To Seem To Be What We Wish To Be--and Thus The World Is Merely Composed Of Actors.

The Distempers Of The Soul Have Their Relapses, As Many And As Dangerous As Those Of The Body; And What We Take For A Perfect Cureis Generally Either An Abatement Of The Same Disease Or The Changing Of That For Another.