We only acknowledge small faults in order to make it appear that we are free from great ones.

We have not enough strength to follow all our reason.

It often happens that things come into the mind in a more finished form than could have been achieved after much study.

Our own distrust gives a fair pretence for the knavery of other people.

Vices are ingredients of virtues just as poisons are ingredients of remedies. Prudence mixes and tempers them and uses them effectively against life's ills.

Truth is the foundation and the reason of the perfection of beauty, for of whatever stature a thing may be, it cannot be beautiful-and perfect, unless it be truly what it should be, and possess truly all that it should have.

Friendship is a traffic wherein self-love always proposes to be the gainer.