We often shed tears that deceive ourselves after deceiving others.

There are but very few men clever enough to know all the mischief they do.

Consolation for unhappiness can often be found in a certain satisfaction we get from looking unhappy.

Were we not proud ourselves, we should not complain of the pride of others.

Our aversion to lying is commonly a secret ambition to make what we say considerable, and have every word received with a religious respect.

There are follies as catching as contagious disorders.

For most men the love of justice is only the fear of suffering injustice.