What makes vanity so insufferable to us, is that it hurts our own.

Moderation is an ostentatious proof of our strength of character.

When love becomes labored we welcome an act of infidelity towards ourselves to free us from fidelity.

The more we love, the nearer we are to hate.

We rarely ever perceive others as being sensible, except for those who agree with us.

The gratitude of most men is but a secret desire of receiving greater benefits.

Our desires always disappoint us; for though we meet with something that gives us satisfaction, yet it never thoroughly answers our expectation. [However disappointment can always be removed if we remember it could have turned out worse.]