The Name And Pretense Of Virtue Is

It Is Almost Always A Fault Of One Who Loves Not To Realize When He Ceases To Be Loved.

The Distempers Of The Soul Have Their Relapses, As Many And As Dangerous As Those Of The Body; And What We Take For A Perfect Cureis Generally Either An Abatement Of The Same Disease Or The Changing Of That For Another.

We Easily Forget Our Faults When No One Knows Them But Ourselves.

Only Great Men Have Great Faults.

Almost Everyone Takes Pleasure In Repaying Trifling Obligations, Very Many Feel Gratitude For Those That Are Moderate; But There Is Scarcely Anyone Who Is Not Ungrateful For Those That Are Weighty.