The tranquility or agitation of our temper does not depend so much on the big things which happen to us in life, as on the pleasant or unpleasant arrangements of the little things which happen daily.

Humility is often a false front we employ to gain power over others.

There is real love just as there are real ghosts; every person speaks of it, few persons have seen it.

Happy people rarely correct their faults; they consider themselves vindicated, since fortune endorses their evil ways.

Humility is the worst form of conceit.

Nothing is so contagious as example; never was there any considerable good or ill done that does not produce its like. We imitate good actions through emulation, and had ones through a malignity in our nature, which shame conceals, and example sets at liberty.

Most people judge men by their success or their good fortune.