The great chastisement of a knave is not to be known, but to know himself.
Let us respect gray Lairs, but, above all, our own.
We are told to walk noiselessly through the world, that we may waken neither hatred, nor envy; but, alas! what can we do when they never sleep!
In all that surrounds him the egotist sees only the frame of his own portrait.
Women always find their bitterest foes among their own sex.
The most exacting jailer is our own conscience.