Everyone complains of his memory, and nobody complains of his judgment.

As we grow older we grow both more foolish and wiser at the same time.

We come altogether fresh and raw into the several stages of life, and often find ourselves without experience, despite our years.

We are much harder on people who betray us in small ways than on people who betray others in great ones.

We often pride ourselves on even the most criminal passions, but envy is a timid and shamefaced passion we never dare to acknowledge.

We have more indolence in the mind than in the body.

In love deceit nearly always goes further than mistrust.