We are more interested in making others believe we are happy than in trying to be happy ourselves.

People that are conceited of their own merit take pride in being unfortunate, that themselves and others may think them considerable enough to be the envy and the mark of fortune.

Some people resemble ballads which are only sung for a certain time.

True love is like ghosts, which everyone talks about and few have seen.

We often act treacherously more from weakness than from a fixed motive.

There are a great many men valued in society who have nothing to recommend them but serviceable vices.

Old people are fond of giving good advice; it consoles them for no longer being capable of setting a bad example.