The Passions Are The Only Orators Which

We Speak Little If Not Egged On By Vanity.

They That Apply Themselves To Trifling Matters Commonly Become Incapable Of Great Ones.

Man Only Blames Himself In Order That He May Be Praised.

When The Heart Is Still Disturbed By The Relics Of A Passion It Is Proner To Take Up A New One Than When Wholly Cured.

The Heart Of Man Ever Finds A Constant Succession Of Passions, So That The Destroying And Pulling Down Of One Proves Generally Tobe Nothing Else But The Production And The Setting Up Of Another.