Every Man Depends On The

The Most Violent Friendships Soonest Wear Themselves Out.

Our Notions With Respect To The Importance Of Life, And Our Attachment To It, Depend On A Principle Which Has Very Little To Do With Its Happiness Or Its Misery. The Love Of Life Is, In General, The Effect Not Of Our Enjoyments, But Of Our Passions.

A Man In Love Prefers His Passion To Every Other Consideration, And Is Fonder Of His Mistress Than He Is Of Virtue. Should She Prove Vicious, She Makes Vice Lovely In His Eyes.

Our Contempt For Others Proves Nothing But The Illiberality And Narrowness Of Our Own Views.

Some People Break Promises For The Pleasure Of Breaking Them.