We forget our faults easily when they are known to ourselves alone.

To safeguard one's health at the cost of too strict a diet is a tiresome illness, indeed.

There are few people more convinced of their own genius than those who complain of how stupid they are.

Everyone complains of his memory, and nobody complains of his judgment.

Pride, which inspires us with so much envy, is sometimes of use toward the moderating of it too.

To boast that one never flirts is actually a kind of flirtation.

We are so accustomed to disguise ourselves to others that in the end we become disguised to ourselves.