It Is Easier To Be Wise For

The Fondness Or Indifference That The Philosophers Expressed For Life Was Merely A Preference Inspired By Their Self-love, And Will No More Bear Reasoning Upon Than The Relish Of The Palate Or The Choice Of Colors.

Love Is One And The Same In The Original; But There Are A Thousand Different Copies Of It.

Some People Displease With Merit, And Others' Very Faults And Defects Are Pleasing.

The Heart Of Man Ever Finds A Constant Succession Of Passions, So That The Destroying And Pulling Down Of One Proves Generally Tobe Nothing Else But The Production And The Setting Up Of Another.

We Should Only Affect Compassion, And Carefully Avoid Having Any.