The reason that lovers never weary each other is because they are always talking about themselves.

It is the habit of mediocre minds to condemn all that is beyond their grasp.

We easily forget our faults when no one knows them but ourselves.

The esteem of good men is the reward of our worth, but the reputation of the world in general is the gift of our fate.

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

The secret of pleasing in conversation is not to explain too much everything; to say them half and leave a little for divination is a mark of the good opinion we have of others, and nothing flatters their self-love more.

The vivacity that augments with years is not far from folly.