Our Hopes, Often Though They Deceive Us,

Few Men Know All The Ill They Do.

If We Are To Judge Of Love By Its Consequences, It More Nearly Resembles Hatred Than Friendship.

The Great Interests Of Man: Air And Light, The Joy Of Having A Body, The Voluptuousness Of Looking.

It Is Difficult To Like Those Whom We Do Not Esteem; But It Is No Less So To Like Those Whom We Esteem More Than Ourselves.

Esteem Never Makes Ingrates.