Pride has a greater share than goodness in the reproofs we give other people for their faults; and we chide them not so much to make them mend those faults as to make them believe that we ourselves are without fault.

Flattery is a kind of bad money, to which our vanity gives us currency.

The generality of virtuous women are like hidden treasures, they are safe only because nobody has sought after them.

Jealousy contains more of self-love than of love.

There is real love just as there are real ghosts; every person speaks of it, few persons have seen it.

He who lives without folly isn't so wise as he thinks.

A work can become modern only if it is first postmodern. Postmodernism thus understood is not modernism at its end but in the nascent state, and this state is constant.