Fortune Makes Our Virtues And

It Takes More Strength Of Character To Withstand Good Fortune Than Bad.

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.

Every One Complains Of A Poor Memory, No One Of A Weak Judgment.

All Our Qualities, Whether Good Or Bad, Are Unstable And Ambiguous, And Almost All Are At The Mery Of Chance.

The Desire To Be Thought Clever Often Prevents A Man From Becoming So.