We may sooner be brought to love them that hate us, than them that love us more than we would have them do.
We always like those who admire us.
We are never so easily deceived as when we imagine we are deceiving others.
Gratitude is merely the secret hope of further favors.
However rare true love may be, it is less so than true friendship.
We are never either so fortunate or so misfortunate as we imagine.