The Smallest Fault Of Women Who Give

When We Exaggerate Our Friends' Tenderness Towards Us, It Is Often Less From Gratitude Than From A Desire To Exhibit Our Own Virtue.

Nothing Ought In Reason To Mortify Our Self-satisfaction More That The Considering That We Condemn At One Time What We Highly Approve And Commend At Another.

In The Intercourse Of Life, We Please More By Our Faults Than By Our Good Qualities.

Idleness And Fear Keeps Us In The Path Of Duty, But Our Virtue Often Gets The Praise.

The Secret Of Pleasing In Conversation Is Not To Explain Too Much Everything; To Say Them Half And Leave A Little For Divination Is A Mark Of The Good Opinion We Have Of Others, And Nothing Flatters Their Self-love More.