Were we not proud ourselves, we should not complain of the pride of others.

It is not in the power of even the most crafty dissimulation to conceal love long, where it really is, nor to counterfeit it long where it is not.

If we have not peace within ourselves, it is in vain to seek it from outward sources.

Though men are apt to flatter and exalt themselves with their great achievements, yet these are, in truth, very often owing not so much to design as chance.

That good disposition which boasts of being most tender is often stifled by the least urging of self-interest.

The wind which snuffs the candle fans the fire.

There is only one kind of love, but there are a thousand imitations.