There is a sort of love whose very excessiveness prevents the lover's being jealous.

Virtue would go far if vanity did not keep it company.

Minds of moderate caliber ordinarily condemn everthing which is beyond their range.

What we call generosity is for the most part only the vanity of giving; and we exercise it because we are more fond of that vanity than of the thing we give.

Sometimes there are accidents in our lives the skillful extrication from which demands a little folly.

Moderation is a fear of falling into that envy and contempt which those who grow giddy with their good fortune quite justly draw upon themselves. It is a vain boasting of the greatness of our mind.

The surest way to be deceived is to consider oneself cleverer than others.