Most men expose themselves in battle enough to save their honor, few wish to do so more than sufficiently, or than is necessary to make the design for which they expose themselves succeed.

Beautiful coquettes are quacks of love.

Moderation cannot have the credit of combatiug and subduing ambition, they are never found together. Moderation is the languor and indolence of the soul, as ambition is its activity and ardor.

Our concern for the loss of our friends is not always from a sense of their worth, but rather of our own need of them and that we have lost some who had a good opinion of us.

There are people who would never have been in love, had they never heard love spoken of.

However greatly we distrust the sincerity of those we converse with, yet still we think they tell more truth to us than to anyone else.

We often credit ourselves with vices the reverse of what we have, thus when weak we boast of our obstinacy.