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

What keeps us from abandoning ourselves entirely to one vice, often, is the fact that we have several.

Too great refinement is false delicacy, and true delicacy is solid refinement.

We are never so ridiculous through what we are as through what we pretend to be.

We rarely think people have good sense unless they agree with us.

Truth does not do as much good in the world as its imitations do harm.

The applause we give those who are new to society often proceeds from a secret envying of those already established.