We like to read others but we do not like to be read.
Too great haste to repay an obligation is a kind of ingratitude.
We do not praise others, ordinarily, but in order to be praised ourselves.
If there be a love pure and free from the admixture of our other passions, it is that which lies hidden in the bottom of our heart, and which we know not ourselves.
We may give advice, but not the sense to use it.
Happiness is in the taste, and not in the things themselves; we are happy from possessing what we like, not from possessing what others like.