There is a form of eminence which does not depend on fate; it is an air which sets us apart and seems to prtend great things; it is the value which we unconsciously attach to ourselves; it is the quality which wins us deference of others; more than birth, position, or ability, it gives us ascendance.

We often act treacherously more from weakness than from a fixed motive.

We arrive at the various stages of life quite as novices.

If one acts rightly and honestly, it is difficult to decide whether it is the effect of integrity or skill.

One kind of happiness is to know exactly at what point to be miserable.

What we cut off from our other faults is very often but so much added to our pride.

Second-rate minds usually condemn everything beyond their grasp.