There Is At Least As Much Eloquence

Reconciliation With Our Enemies Is Simply A Desire To Better Our Condition, A Weariness Of War, Or The Fear Of Some Unlucky Thing From Occurring.

Good And Bad Fortune Are Found Severally To Visit Those Who Have The Most Of The One Or The Other.

Our Own Distrust Gives A Fair Pretence For The Knavery Of Other People.

Perfect Valor Is To Do, Without A Witness, All That We Could Do Before The Whole World.

It Appears That Nature Has Hid At The Bottom Of Our Hearts Talents And Abilities Unknown To Us. It Is Only The Passions That Have The Power Of Bringing Them To Light, And Sometimes Give Us Views More True And More Perfect Than Art Could Possibly Do.