The greatest miracle of love is the cure of coquetry.
We confess to little faults only to persuade ourselves we have no great ones.
Second-rate minds usually condemn everything beyond their grasp.
We are never either so fortunate or so misfortunate as we imagine.
As we grow older we grow both more foolish and wiser at the same time.
We often credit ourselves with vices the reverse of what we have, thus when weak we boast of our obstinacy.