It is with true love as it is with ghosts; everyone talks about it, but few have seen it.

When our hatred is violent, it sinks us even beneath those we hate.

We may seem great in an employment below our worth, but we very often look little in one that is too big for us.

Old age is a tyrant, who forbids, under pain of death, the pleasures of youth.

Flattery is a kind of bad money, to which our vanity gives us currency.

The greatest part of our faults are more excusable than the methods that are commonly taken to conceal them.

Vanity, shame, and above all disposition, often make men brave and women chaste.