Those who are overreached by our cunning are far from appearing to us as ridiculous as we appear to ourselves when the cunning of others has overreached us.
Jealousy contains more of self-love than of love.
When our vices leave us, we like to imagine it is we who are leaving them.
It is most difficult to speak when we are ashamed of being silent.
Weakness is more opposed to virtue than is vice.
The applause we give those who are new to society often proceeds from a secret envying of those already established.