We easily forgive our friends those faults that do no affect us ourselves.

We sometimes imagine we hate flattery, but we only hate the way we are flattered.

There are fine things that are more brilliant when they are unfinished than when finished too much.

The passions are the only orators which always persuade.

A man may be sharper than another, but not than all others.

Our own distrust gives a fair pretence for the knavery of other people.

Wit sometimes enables us to act rudely with impunity.