To look back to antiquity is one thing, to go back to it is another.

Diffidence is the better part of knowledge.

Vanity finds in self-love so powerful an ally that it storms, as it were, by a coup de main,, the citadel of our heads, where, having blinded the two watchmen, it readily descends into the heart.

He that has never known adversity is but half acquainted with others, or with himself.

Success seems to be that which forms the distinction between confidence and conceit.

Avarice has ruined more souls than extravagance.

That is fine benevolence, finely executed, which, like the Nile, comes from hidden sources.