Few Maxims Are True In Every Respect.

We Can Love With All Our Hearts Those In Whom We Recognize Great Faults. It Would Be Impertinent To Believe That Perfection Alone Has The Right To Please Us; Sometimes Our Weaknesses Attach Us To Each Other As Much As Our Virtues.

The Wicked Are Always Surprised To Find That The Good Can Be Clever.

Our Failings Sometimes Bind Us To One Another As Closely As Could Virtue Itself.

A Liar Is A Man Who Does Now Know How To Deceive, A Flatterer One Who Only Deceives Fools: He Who Knows How To Make Skilful Use Of The Truth, And Understands Its Eloquence, Can Alone Pride Himself In Cleverness.

Indolence Is The Sleep Of The Mind.