You are never so easily fooled as when trying to fool someone else.

Perhaps being old is having lighted rooms inside your head, and people in them, acting. People you know, yet can't quite name.

Behind many acts that are thought ridiculous there lie wise and weighty motives.

We easily forgive our friends those faults that do no affect us ourselves.

Moderation is the feebleness and sloth of the soul, whereas ambition is the warmth and activity of it.

Conceit causes more conversation than wit.

We are inconsolable at being deceived by our enemies and being betrayed by our friends, yet we are often content in be being treated like that by our own selves.