Flattery Is A Kind Of Bad Money,

We Easily Forget Crimes That Are Known To None But Ourselves.

If We Had No Faults, We Would Not Derive So Much Pleasure From Noting Those Of Other People.

No One Thinks Fortune So Blind As Those She Has Been Least Kind To.

Youth Changes Its Tastes By The Warmth Of Its Blood; Age Retains Its Tastes By Habit.

When Our Vices Leave Us, We Like To Imagine It Is We Who Are Leaving Them.