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

Our probity is not less at the mercy of fortune than our property.

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.

We endeavor to make a virtue of the faults we are unwilling to correct.

It is as commendable to think well of oneself when alone, as it is ridiculous to speak well of oneself among others.

Jealousy lives upon doubts. It becomes madness or ceases entirely as soon as we pass from doubt to certainty.

Avarice is more directly opposed to thrift than generosity is.