Usually we praise only to be praised.

Taste may change, but inclination never.

The only good copies are those which make us see the absurdity of bad originals.

It is easier to fall in love when you are out of it than to get out of it when you are in.

Those only are despicable who fear to be despised.

The name and pretense of virtue is as serviceable to self-interest as are real vices.

How can we expect another to keep our secret if we have been unable to keep it ourselves?