The aversion to lying is often a hidden ambition to render our words credible and weighty, and to attach a religious aspect to our conversation.

Our hopes, often though they deceive us, lead us pleasantly along the path of life.

However greatly we distrust the sincerity of those we converse with, yet still we think they tell more truth to us than to anyone else.

The only good copies are those which make us see the absurdity of bad originals.

Why is it that our memory is good enough to retain the least triviality that happens to us, and yet not good enough to recollect how often we have told it to the same person?

Nothing is more ridiculous in old people that were once good-looking, than to forget that they are not so still.

We should only affect compassion, and carefully avoid having any.