The Whimsicalness Of Our Own Humor Is

Men Are Inconsolable Concerning The Treachery Of Their Friends Or The Deceptions Of Their Enemies; And Yet They Are Often Very Highly Satisfied To Be Both Deceived And Betrayed By Their Own Selves.

There Are Follies As Catching As Contagious Disorders.

Our Actions Are Like The Terminations Of Verses, Which We Rhyme As We Please.

When The Philosophers Despised Riches, It Was Because They Had A Mind To Vindicate Their Own Merit, And Take Revenge Upon The Injustice Of Fortune By Vilifying Those Enjoyments Which She Had Not Given Them.

There Is A Sort Of Love Whose Very Excessiveness Prevents The Lover's Being Jealous.