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.

Only the great can afford to have great defects.

Sincerity is an openness of heart; we find it in very few people; what we usually see is only an artful dissimulation to win the confidence of others.

Fortune never appears so blind as to those to whom she does no good.

Some men are like ballads, that are in everyone's mouth a little while.

Hypocrisy is an homage that vice renders to virtue.

Weak people cannot be sincere.