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.

One kind of happiness is to know exactly at what point to be miserable.

The violence done us by others is often less painful than that which we do to ourselves.

It is praiseworthy even to attempt a great action.

Gallantry of mind consists in saying flattering things in an agreeable manner.

The exceeding delight we take in talking about ourselves should give us cause to fear that we are giving but very little pleasureto our listeners.

We have more indolence in the mind than in the body.