I always say to myself, what is the most important thing we can think about at this extraordinary moment.

The heart of man ever finds a constant succession of passions, so that the destroying and pulling down of one proves generally tobe nothing else but the production and the setting up of another.

We get so much in the habit of wearing disguises before others that we finally appear disguised before ourselves.

Humility is often a false front we employ to gain power over others.

Nothing is so capable of diminishing self-love as the observation that we disapprove at one time what we approve at another.

In friendship, as in love, we are often more happy from the things we are ignorant of than from those we are acquainted with.

Being a blockhead is sometimes the best security against being cheated by a man of wit.