We acknowledge that we should not talk of our wives; but we seem not to know that we should talk still less of ourselves.

The boldest stroke and best act of friendship is not to disclose our own failings to a friend, but to show him his own.

The wind which snuffs the candle fans the fire.

The most subtle of our acts is to simulate blindness for snares that we know are set for us.

We often act treacherously more from weakness than from a fixed motive.

Second-rate minds usually condemn everything beyond their grasp.

True love is like ghosts, which everyone talks about and few have seen.