As we grow older, we increase in folly--and in wisdom.

Gratitude, in most men, is only a strong and secret hope of greater favors.

Time's chariot-wheels make their carriage-road in the fairest face.

The health of the soul is as precarious as that of the body; for when we seem secure from passions, we are no less in danger of their infection than we are of falling ill when we appear to be well.

Men frequently do good only to give themselves opportunity of doing ill with impunity.

Whatever pretext we may give for our affections, often it is only interest and vanity which cause them.

Men are inconsolable concerning the treachery of their friends or the deceptions of their enemies; and yet they are often very highly satisfied to be both deceived and betrayed by their own selves.