One is never as happy or as unhappy as one thinks.

We endeavor to make a virtue of the faults we are unwilling to correct.

We should often blush at our noblest deeds if the world were to see all their underlying motives.

That which occasions so many mistakes in the computations of men, when they expect return for favors, is that the giver's pride and the receiver's cannot agree upon the value of the kindness done.

Our merit gains us the esteem of the virtuous-our star that of the public.

Time's chariot-wheels make their carriage-road in the fairest face.

Some beautiful things are more dazzling when they are still imperfect than when they have been too perfectly crafted.