Weakness Is The Only Fault That Is

Youth Is A Continual Intoxication; It Is The Fever Of Reason.

The Passions Often Engender Their Contraries.

A Lofty Mind Always Thinks Nobly, It Easily Creates Vivid, Agreeable, And Natural Fancies, Places Them In Their Best Light, Clothes Them With All Appropriate Adornments, Studies Others' Tastes, And Clears Away From Its Own Thoughts All That Is Useless And Disagreeable.

Self-love Is More Cunning Than The Most Cunning Man In The World.

We Only Confess Our Little Faults To Persuade People That We Have No Big Ones.