To boast that one never flirts is actually a kind of flirtation.

A man's worth has its season, like fruit.

The art of putting into play mediocre qualities often begets more reputation than is achieved by true merit.

Ridicule dishonours more than dishonour.

Men are inconsolable concerning the treachery of their friends or the deceptions of their enemies; and yet they are often very highly satisfied to be both deceived and betrayed by their own selves.

The extreme delight we experience in talking about ourselves should warn us that those who listen do not share it.

He that fancies such a sufficiency in himself that he can live without all the world is greatly mistaken; but he that imagines himself so necessary that other people cannot live without him is a great deal more mistaken.