A man would rather say evil of himself than say nothing.

Penetration has an air of divination; it pleases our vanity more than any other quality of the mind.

It is often merely for an excuse that we say things are impossible.

Our hopes, often though they deceive us, lead us pleasantly along the path of life.

We get so much in the habit of wearing disguises before others that we finally appear disguised before ourselves.

When a man must force himself to be faithful in his love, this is hardly better than unfaithfulness.

He that fancies such a sufficiency in himself that he can live without all the world is greatly mistaken; but he that imagines himself so necessary that other people cannot live without him is a great deal more mistaken.