We Always Like Those Who Admire Us.

Fortune Never Appears So Blind As To Those To Whom She Does No Good.

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

The Hate Of Favourites Is Only A Love Of Favour. The Envy Of Not Possessing It, Consoles And Softens Its Regrets By The Contempt It Evinces For Those Who Possess It, And We Refuse Them Our Homage, Not Being Able To Detract From Them What Attracts That Of The Rest Of The World.

Minds Of Moderate Caliber Ordinarily Condemn Everthing Which Is Beyond Their Range.

What Is Perfectly True Is Perfectly Witty.