True Love Is Like Ghosts, Which Everyone

Οur Own Distrust Somewhat Justifies The Deceit Of Others.

Our Aversion To Lying Is Commonly A Secret Ambition To Make What We Say Considerable, And Have Every Word Received With A Religious Respect.

There Is No Praise We Have Not Lavished Upon Prudence; And Yet She Cannot Assure To Us The Most Trifling Event.

We Exaggerate The Glory Of Some Men In Order To Detract From That Of Others.

Even The Most Disinterested Love Is, After All, But A Kind Of Bargain, In Which Self-love Always Proposes To Be The Gainer One Wayor Another.