Cunning and treachery are the offspring of incapacity.

The most subtle of our acts is to simulate blindness for snares that we know are set for us.

The grace of novelty and the length of habit, though so very opposite to one another, yet agree in this, that they both alike keepus from discovering the faults of our friends.

Hypocrisy is the homage vice pays to virtue.

Death, like the sun, cannot be looked at steadily.

Our aversion to lying is commonly a secret ambition to make what we say considerable, and have every word received with a religious respect.

All who know their own minds know not their own hearts.