Men are inconsolable concerning the treachery of their friends or the deceptions of their enemies; and yet they are often very highly satisfied to be both deceived and betrayed by their own selves.

A woman often thinks she regrets the lover, when she only regrets the love.

The caprice of our temper is even more whimsical than that of Fortune.

Some men are so full of themselves that when they fall in love, they amuse themselves rather with their own passion than with theperson they love.

That man, we may be sure, is a person of true worth, whom those who envy him most are yet forced to praise.

We would frequently be ashamed of our good deeds if people saw all of the motives that produced them.

Gratitude is like the good faith of traders: it maintains commerce, and we often pay, not because it is just to discharge our debts, but that we may more readily find people to trust us.