We give advice, we do not inspire conduct.

We are never so happy, nor so unhappy, as we suppose ourselves to be.

There are no events so disastrous that adroit men do not draw some advantage from them, nor any so fortunate that the imprudent cannot turn to their own prejudice.

We endeavor to make a virtue of the faults we are unwilling to correct.

In love deceit nearly always goes further than mistrust.

The desire of talking of ourselves, and showing those faults we do not mind having seen, makes up a good part of our sincerity.

Self-love makes our friends appear more or less deserving in proportion to the delight we take in them, and the measures by whichwe judge of their worth depend upon the manner of their conversing with us.