The defects of the mind, like those of the face, grow worse with age.

Every one speaks well of his own heart, but no one dares speak well of his own mind.

Philosophy easily triumphs over past and future ills; but present ills triumph over philosophy.

The applause we give those who are new to society often proceeds from a secret envying of those already established.

As love increases, prudence diminishes.

We endeavor to make a virtue of the faults we are unwilling to correct.

Love, all agreeable as it is, charms more by the fashion in which it displays itself, than by its own true merit.