We often shed tears that deceive ourselves after deceiving others.

None deserve praise for being good who have not the spirit to be bad: goodness, for the most part, is nothing but indolence or weakness of will.

Usually we praise only to be praised.

In the intercourse of life, we please more by our faults than by our good qualities.

It is almost always a fault of one who loves not to realize when he ceases to be loved.

We pardon to the extent that we love.

It is often merely for an excuse that we say things are impossible.