We often are consoled by our want of reason for misfortunes that reason could not have comforted.

Envy is more incapable of reconciliation than hatred is.

To know how to hide one's ability is great skill.

As uncommon a thing as true love is, it is yet easier to find than true friendship.

The pleasure of love is in the loving; and there is more joy in the passion one feels than in that which one inspires.

Pride has a greater share than goodness in the reproofs we give other people for their faults; and we chide them not so much to make them mend those faults as to make them believe that we ourselves are without fault.

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.