That which makes the vanity of others unbearable to us is that which wounds our own.

Constancy in love is of two sorts: One is the effect of new excellencies that are always presenting themselves afresh, and attractour affections continually; the other is only from a point of honor, and a taking of pride not to change.

People would never fall in love if they hadn't heard love talked about.

Some good qualities are like the senses: Those who are entirely deprived of them can have no notion of them.

If we did not have pride, we would not complain of it in others.

The cunningest dissimulation is when a man pretends to be caught in the traps others set for him; and a man is never so easily over-reached as when he is contriving to over-reach others.

A man for whom accident discovers sense, is not a rational being. A man only is so who understands, who distinguishes, who tests it.