It is almost always a fault of one who loves not to realize when he ceases to be loved.

Consolation for unhappiness can often be found in a certain satisfaction we get from looking unhappy.

We confess to little faults only to persuade ourselves we have no great ones.

Sometimes we lose friends for whose loss our regret is greater than our grief, and others for whom our grief is greater than our regret.

Many young persons believe themselves natural when they are only impolite and coarse.

A great many men's gratitude is nothing but a secret desire to hook in more valuable kindnesses hereafter.

Plenty of people want to be pious, but no one yearns to be humble.