Only The Great Can Afford To Have

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.

Without Humility, We Keep All Our Defects; And They Are Only Crusted Over By Pride, Which Conceals Them From Others, And Often From Ourselves.

All The Passions Make Us Commit Faults; Love Makes Us Commit The Most Ridiculous Ones.

Bodily Labor Alleviates The Pains Of The Mind And From This Arises The Happiness Of The Poor

The Passions Possess A Certain Injustice And Self Interest Which Makes It Dangerous To Follow Them, And In Reality We Should Distrust Them Even When They Appear Most Trustworthy.