Humility is often only feigned submission which people use to render others submissive. It is a subterfuge of pride which lowers itself in order to rise.

Nothing ought more to humiliate men who have merited great praise than the care they still take to boast of little things.

Nature seems at each man's birth to have marked out the bounds of his virtues and vices, and to have determined how good or how wicked that man shall be capable of being.

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

A man is sometimes better off deceived about the one he loves, than undeceived.

Neither the sun nor death can be looked at steadily.

We are sometimes as different from ourselves as we are from others.