363.--The evils we do to others give us less pain than those we do to ourselves. 364.--We well know that it is bad taste to talk of our wives; but we do not so well know that it is the same to speak of ourselves. 365.--There are virtues which degenerate into vices when they arise from Nature, and others which when acquired are never perfect. For example, reason must teach us to manage our estate and our confidence, while Nature should have given us goodness and valour. 366.--However we distrust the sincerity of those whom we talk with, we always believe them more sincere with us than with others. 367.--There are few virtuous women who are not tired of their part. ["Every woman is at heart a rake."--Pope. Moral Essays, ii.] 368.--The greater number of good women are like concealed treasures, safe as no one has searched for them. 369.--The violences we put upon ourselves to escape love are often more cruel than the cruelty of those we love. 370.--There are not many cowards who know the whole of their fear. 371.--It is generally the fault of the loved one not to perceive when love ceases. 372.--Most young people think they are natural when they are only boorish and rude. 373.--Some tears after having deceived others deceive ourselves. 374.--If we think we love a woman for love of herself we are greatly deceived. 375.--Ordinary men commonly condemn what is beyond them. 376.--Envy is destroyed by true friendship, flirtation by true love. 377.--The greatest mistake of penetration is not to have fallen short, but to have gone too far. 378.--We may bestow advice, but we cannot inspire the conduct. 379.--As our merit declines so also does our taste. 380.--Fortune makes visible our virtues or our vices, as light does objects. 381.--The struggle we undergo to remain faithful to one we love is little better than infidelity. 382.--Our actions are like the rhymed ends of blank verses (Bouts-Rimes) where to each one puts what construction he pleases. [The Bouts-Rimes was a literary game popular in the 17th and 18th centuries--the rhymed words at the end of a line being given for others to fill up. Thus Horace Walpole being given, "brook, why, crook, I," returned the burlesque verse-- "I sits with my toes in a Brook, And if any one axes me Why? I gies 'em a rap with my Crook, 'Tis constancy makes me, ses I."] 383.--The desire of talking about ourselves, and of putting our faults in the light we wish them to be seen, forms a great part of our sincerity. 384.--We should only be astonished at still being able to be astonished. 385.--It is equally as difficult to be contented when one has too much or too little love. 386.--No people are more often wrong than those who will not allow themselves to be wrong. 387.--A fool has not stuff in him to be good. 388.--If vanity does not overthrow all virtues, at least she makes them totter. 389.--What makes the vanity of others unsupportable is that it wounds our own.