There are very few people who are not ashamed of having been in love when they no longer love each other.

It is the habit of mediocre minds to condemn all that is beyond their grasp.

Most men, like plants, possess hidden qualities which chance discovers.

We have no patience with other people's vanity because it is offensive to our own.

People that are conceited of their own merit take pride in being unfortunate, that themselves and others may think them considerable enough to be the envy and the mark of fortune.

What makes us so bitter against people who outwit us is that they think themselves cleverer than we are.

As we grow older, we increase in folly--and in wisdom.