Hope is the last thing that dies in man.

To boast that one never flirts is actually a kind of flirtation.

There are few people more convinced of their own genius than those who complain of how stupid they are.

A great many men's gratitude is nothing but a secret desire to hook in more valuable kindnesses hereafter.

It is a common fault never to be satisfied with our fortune, nor dissatisfied with our understanding.

The most clever and polite are content with only seeming attentive while we perceive in their mind and eyes that at the very time they are wandering from what is said and desire to return to what they want to say.

What makes us so bitter against people who outwit us is that they think themselves cleverer than we are.