If we had no faults, we would not derive so much pleasure from noting those of other people.

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

Customary use of artifice is the sign of a small mind, and it almost always happens that he who uses it to cover one spot uncovers himself in another.

The intention of never deceiving often exposes us to deception.

Love often leads on to ambition, but seldom does one return from ambition to love.

We often forgive those who bore us, but we cannot forgive those whom we bore.

We have not enough strength to follow all our reason.