The Height Of Cleverness Is To Be

Prudence And Love Are Inconsistent; In Proportion As The Last Increases, The Other Decreases.

We Bear, All Of Us, The Misfortunes Of Other People With Heroic Constancy.

If There Be A Love Pure And Free From The Admixture Of Our Other Passions, It Is That Which Lies Hidden In The Bottom Of Our Heart, And Which We Know Not Ourselves.

Self-love Makes Our Friends Appear More Or Less Deserving In Proportion To The Delight We Take In Them, And The Measures By Whichwe Judge Of Their Worth Depend Upon The Manner Of Their Conversing With Us.

It Is Praiseworthy Even To Attempt A Great Action.