The boldest stroke and best act of friendship is not to disclose our own failings to a friend, but to show him his own.

We exaggerate the glory of some men in order to detract from that of others.

Pity is a sense of our own misfortunes in those of another man; it is a sort of foresight of the disasters which may befall ourselves. We assist others,, in order that they may assist us on like occasions; so that the services we offer to the unfortunate are in reality so many anticipated kindnesses to ourselves.

Most men expose themselves in battle enough to save their honor, few wish to do so more than sufficiently, or than is necessary to make the design for which they expose themselves succeed.

One kind of flirtation is to boast we never flirt.

We think very few people sensible, except those who are of our opinion.

What makes vanity so insufferable to us, is that it hurts our own.