Self-love, as it happens to be well or ill conducted, constitutes virtue and vice.

The desire to seem clever often keeps us from being so.

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

Ridicule dishonours more than dishonour.

What renders other people's vanity insufferable is that it wounds our own.

The accent of a man's native country remains in his mind and his heart, as it does in his speech.

When a man is in love, he doubts, very often, what he most firmly believes.