We Often Pride Ourselves On Even The

Ability Wins Us The Esteem Of The True Men; Luck, That Of The People.

There Are Certain Defects Which, Well-mounted, Glitter Like Virtue Itself.

A Man Often Thinks He Rules Himself, When All The While He Is Ruled And Managed; And While His Understanding Directs One Design, His Affections Imperceptibly Draw Him Into Another.

We Are Sometimes As Different From Ourselves As We Are From Others.

Nothing Is More Ridiculous In Old People That Were Once Good-looking, Than To Forget That They Are Not So Still.