We own up to minor failings, but only so as to convince others that we have no major ones.

Fancy sets the value on the gifts of fortune.

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.

One man may be more cunning than another, but no one can be more cunning than all the world.

Magnanimity is sufficiently defined by its name, nevertheless one can say it is the good sense of pride, the most noble way of receiving praise.

There are follies as catching as contagious disorders.

The whimsicalness of our own humor is a thousand times more fickle and unaccountable than what we blame so much in fortune.