Every one complains of a poor memory, no one of a weak judgment.

What is called generosity is usually only the vanity of giving; we enjoy the vanity more than the thing given.

Our minds are lazier than our bodies.

In the misfortunes of our best friends we always find something not altogether displeasing to us.

People would never fall in love if they hadn't heard love talked about.

No man deserves to be praised for his goodness, who has it not in his power to be wicked. Goodness without that power is generally nothing more than sloth, or an impotence of will.

Most people know no other way of judging men's worth but by the vogue they are in, or the fortunes they have met with.