How deceitful hope may be, yet she carries us on pleasantly to the end of life.

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

Whatever distrust we may have of the sincerity of those who converse with us, we always believe they will tell us more truth than they do to others.

Whatever pretext we may give for our affections, often it is only interest and vanity which cause them.

The tranquility or agitation of our temper does not depend so much on the big things which happen to us in life, as on the pleasant or unpleasant arrangements of the little things which happen daily.

Gratitude is like credit; it is the backbone of our relations; frequently we pay our debts not because equity demands that we should, but to facilitate future loans.

Solemnity is a device of the body to hide the faults of the mind.