Pity is a sense of our own misfortunes in those of another man; it is a sort of foresight of the disasters which may befall ourselves. We assist others,, in order that they may assist us on like occasions; so that the services we offer to the unfortunate are in reality so many anticipated kindnesses to ourselves.

Raillery is more insupportable than wrong; because we have a right to resent injuries, but are ridiculous in being angry at a jest.

The most clever and polite are content with only seeming attentive while we perceive in their mind and eyes that at the very time they are wandering from what is said and desire to return to what they want to say.

Interest blinds some people, and enlightens others.

All men are equally proud. The only difference is that not all take the same methods of showing it.

Mediocre minds usually dismiss anything which reaches beyond their own understanding.

We should often blush at our noblest deeds if the world were to see all their underlying motives.