Ridicule Dishonors A Man More Than Dishonor

Kings Do With Men As With Pieces Of Money; They Give Them What Value They Please, And We Are Obliged To Receive Them At Their Current And Not At Their Real Value.

There Is Real Love Just As There Are Real Ghosts; Every Person Speaks Of It, Few Persons Have Seen It.

We Are So Accustomed To Disguise Ourselves To Others That In The End We Become Disguised To Ourselves.

There Are Follies As Catching As Contagious Disorders.

A Man Convinced Of His Own Merit Will Accept Misfortune As An Honor, For Thus Can He Persuade Others, As Well As Himself, That He Is A Worthy Target For The Arrows Of Fate.