Affected Simplicity Is A Subtle Imposture.

One Is Never Fortunate Or As Unfortunate As One Imagines.

If We Resist Our Passions, It Is More Due To Their Weakness Than Our Strength.

The Desire Of Talking Of Ourselves, And Showing Those Faults We Do Not Mind Having Seen, Makes Up A Good Part Of Our Sincerity.

The Love Of New Acquaintance Comes Not So Much From Being Weary Of What We Had Before, Or From Any Satisfaction There Is In Change, As From The Distaste We Feel In Being Too Little Admired By Those That Know Us Too Well, And The Hope Of Being More Admired By Those That Know Us Less.

Youth Is A Continual Intoxication; It Is The Fever Of Reason.