The intellect is always fooled by the heart.

It is far better to be deceived than undeceived by those whom we tenderly love.

Men are often so foolish as to boast and value themselves upon their passions, even those that are most vicious. But envy is a passion so full of cowardice and shame that no one every ever had the confidence to own it.

Happiness is in the taste, and not in the things themselves; we are happy from possessing what we like, not from possessing what others like.

The exceeding delight we take in talking about ourselves should give us cause to fear that we are giving but very little pleasureto our listeners.

Wit sometimes enables us to act rudely with impunity.

Those who are overreached by our cunning are far from appearing to us as ridiculous as we appear to ourselves when the cunning of others has overreached us.