Why can we remember the tiniest detail that has happened to us, and not remember how many times we have told it to the same person.

Praise is flattery, artful, hidden, delicate, which gratifies differently him who praises and him who is praised. The one takes it as the reward of merit, the other bestows it to show his impartiality and knowledge.

A person well satisfied with themselves is seldom satisfied with others, and others, rarely are with them.

If we have not peace within ourselves, it is in vain to seek it from outward sources.

In love we often doubt what we most believe.

Pride indemnifies itself and loses nothing even when it casts away vanity.

Without humility, we keep all our defects; and they are only crusted over by pride, which conceals them from others, and often from ourselves.