The Qualities We Have, Make Us So

Our Own Distrust Gives A Fair Pretence For The Knavery Of Other People.

Idleness And Fear Keeps Us In The Path Of Duty, But Our Virtue Often Gets The Praise.

When We Seek Reconciliation With Our Enemies, It Is Commonly Out Of A Desire To Better Our Own Condition, A Being Harassed And Tired Out With A State Of War, And A Fear Of Some Ill Accident Which We Are Willing To Prevent.

The Fame Of Great Men Ought To Be Judged Always By Their Big, Fancy Names.

When Our Vices Leave Us, We Like To Imagine It Is We Who Are Leaving Them.