Plenty of people want to be pious, but no one yearns to be humble.

We pardon to the extent that we love.

Self-love, as it happens to be well or ill conducted, constitutes virtue and vice.

We seldom find people ungrateful so long as it is thought we can serve them.

One kind of happiness is to know exactly at what point to be miserable.

Some people displease with merit, and others' very faults and defects are pleasing.

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