A Coxcomb Is One Whom

A Fool Is One Whom Simpletons Believe To Be A Man On Merit. [fr., Un Fat Celui Que Les Sots Croient Un Homme De Merite.]

If This Life Is Unhappy, It Is A Burden To Us, Which It Is Difficult To Bear; If It Is In Every Respect Happy, It Is Dreadful To Be Deprived Of It; So That In Either Case The Result Is The Same, For We Must Exist In Anxiety And Apprehension.

False Modesty Is The Refinement Of Vanity. It Is A Lie.

Every Hour In Itself, As It Respects Us In Particular, Is The Only One We Can Call Our Own.

Great Things Astonish Us, And Small Dishearten Us. Custom Makes Both Familiar.