We are so used to dissembling with others that in time we come to deceive and dissemble with ourselves.

The accent of a man's native country remains in his mind and his heart, as it does in his speech.

Humility is the worst form of conceit.

Every one speaks well of his own heart, but no one dares speak well of his own mind.

Some good qualities are like the senses: Those who are entirely deprived of them can have no notion of them.

In infants, levity is a prettiness; in men a shameful defect; but in old age, a monstrous folly.

Absence diminishes mediocre passions and increases great ones, as the wind extinguishes candles and fans fires.