There Are Many Who Talk On From

We Are Not Satisfied To Be Right, Unless We Can Prove Others To Be Quite Wrong.

The Ignorance Of The World Leaves One At The Mercy Of Its Malice.

Prejudice Is Never Easy Unless It Can Pass Itself Off For Reason.

Our Notions With Respect To The Importance Of Life, And Our Attachment To It, Depend On A Principle Which Has Very Little To Do With Its Happiness Or Its Misery. The Love Of Life Is, In General, The Effect Not Of Our Enjoyments, But Of Our Passions.

If We Are Long Absent From Our Friends, We Forget Them; If We Are Constantly With Them, We Despise Them.