Men Make The Best Friends.

The Same Vices Which Are Huge And Insupportable In Others We Do Not Feel In Ourselves.

Days, Months, Years Fly Away, And Irrecoverably Sink In The Abyss Of Time.

Men Fall From Great Fortune Because Of The Same Shortcomings That Led To Their Rise.

All The World Says Of A Coxcomb That He Is A Coxcomb; But No One Dares To Say So To His Face, And He Dies Without Knowing It.

Nothing Makes Us Better Understand What Trifling Things Providence Thinks He Bestows On Men In Granting Them Wealth, Money, Dignities, And Other Advantages, Than The Manner In Which They Are Distributed And The Kind Of Men Who Have The Largest Share.