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

It is a common fault never to be satisfied with our fortune, nor dissatisfied with our understanding.

Love has its name borrowed by a great number of dealings and affairs that are attributed to it--in which it has no greater part than the Doge in what is done at Venice.

Praise is a more ingenious, concealed, and subtle kind of flattery, that satisfies both the giver and the receiver, though by verydifferent ways. The one accepts it as a reward due to his merit; the other gives it that he may be looked upon as a just and discerning person.

We should often blush at our noblest deeds if the world were to see all their underlying motives.

There is many a virtuous woman weary of her trade.

It is a species of coquetry to make a parade of never practising it.