We say little, when vanity does not make us speak.

Simplicity is a delicate imposition.

What makes the pain we feel from shame and jealousy so cutting is that vanity can give us no assistance in bearing them.

We are so used to dissembling with others that in time we come to deceive and dissemble with ourselves.

Some disguised deceits counterfeit truth so perfectly that not to be taken in by them would be an error of judgment.

All men are equally proud. The only difference is that not all take the same methods of showing it.

All women seem by nature to be coquettes.