The intention of never deceiving often exposes us to deception.

We frequently are troublesome to others, when we think it impossible for us ever to be so.

The world more often rewards the appearances of merit than merit itself.

The heart of man ever finds a constant succession of passions, so that the destroying and pulling down of one proves generally tobe nothing else but the production and the setting up of another.

One kind of flirtation is to boast we never flirt.

The reason we bitterly hate those who deceive us is because they think they are cleverer than we are.

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