Neither The Sun Nor Death Can Be

The Praise We Give To New Comers Into The World Arises From The Envy We Bear To Those Who Are Established.

It Appears That Nature Has Hid At The Bottom Of Our Hearts Talents And Abilities Unknown To Us. It Is Only The Passions That Have The Power Of Bringing Them To Light, And Sometimes Give Us Views More True And More Perfect Than Art Could Possibly Do.

The Defects And Faults Of The Mind Are Like Wounds In The Body; After All Imaginable Care Has Been Taken To Heal Them Up, Still There Will Be A Scar Left Behind, And They Are In Continual Danger Of Breaking The Skin And Bursting Out Again.

Too Great Haste To Repay An Obligation Is A Kind Of Ingratitude.

Renewed Friendships Require More Care Than Those That Have Never Been Broken.