It is easy to be wise on behalf of others than to be so for ourselves.

Pity is often a reflection of our own evils in the ills of others. It is a delicate foresight of the troubles into which we may fall.

Beautiful coquettes are quacks of love.

The intellect of the generality of women serves more to fortify their folly than their reason.

It is oftener by the estimation of our own feelings that we exaggerate the good qualities of others than by their merit, and when we praise them we wish to attract their praise.

Happiness does not consist in things themselves but in the relish we have of them.

That which makes the vanity of others unbearable to us is that which wounds our own.