The older a fool is, the worse he is.

As love increases, prudence diminishes.

What we take for high-mindedness is very often no other than ambition well disguised, that scorns means interests, only to pursuegreater.

None but the contemptible are apprehensive of contempt.

Some people displease with merit, and others' very faults and defects are pleasing.

There is no praise we have not lavished upon prudence; and yet she cannot assure to us the most trifling event.

All our qualities, whether good or bad, are unstable and ambiguous, and almost all are at the mery of chance.