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The Contempt Of Riches In Philosophers Was Only A Hidden Desire To Avenge Their Merit Upon The Injustice Of Fortune, By Despising The Very Goods Of Which Fortune Had Deprived Them; It Was A Secret To Guard Themselves Against The Degradation Of Poverty, It Was A Back Way By Which To Arrive At That Distinction Which They Could Not Gain By Riches.

Idleness And Fear Keeps Us In The Path Of Duty, But Our Virtue Often Gets The Praise.

When Love Becomes Labored We Welcome An Act Of Infidelity Towards Ourselves To Free Us From Fidelity.

The Soul's Maladies Have Their Relapses Like The Body's. What We Take For A Cure Is Often Just A Momentary Rally Or A New Form Of The Disease.

It Seems That Nature, Which Has So Wisely Disposed Our Bodily Organs With A View To Our Happiness, Has Also Bestowed On Us Pride, To Spare Us The Pain Of Being Aware Of Our Imperfections.