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

Sometimes there is equal or more ability in knowing how to use good advice than there is in giving it.

A weak mind is the only defect out of our power to mend.

We frequently do good in order to enable us to do evil later with impunity exemption of punishment.

One is never fortunate or as unfortunate as one imagines.

We like to read others but we do not like to be read.

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