Happiness Does Not Consist In Self-love.

People Habituate Themselves To Let Things Pass Through Their Minds, As One May Speak, Rather Than To Think Of Them. Thus By Use They Become Satisfied Merely With Seeing What Is Said, Without Going Any Further. Review And Attention, And Even Forming A Judgment, Becomes Fatigue; And To Lay Anything Before Them That Requires It, Is Putting Them Quite Out Of Their Way.

Thus There Is No Doubt The Eye Was Intended For Us To See With.

Love Of Our Neighbour, Then, Has Just The Same Respect To, Is No More Distant From, Self-love, Than Hatred Of Our Neighbour, Or Than Love Or Hatred Of Anything Else.

It Is Not At All Incredible, That A Book Which Has Been So Long In The Possession Of Mankind Should Contain Many Truths As Yet Undiscovered.

Man May Act According To That Principle Or Inclination Which For The Present Happens To Be Strongest, And Yet Act In A Way Disproportionate To, And Violate His Real Proper Nature.