Nature has concealed at the bottom of our minds talents and abilities of which we are not aware.

Some weak people are so sensible of their weakness as to be able to make a good use of it.

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

The love of new acquaintance comes not so much from being weary of what we had before, or from any satisfaction there is in change, as from the distaste we feel in being too little admired by those that know us too well, and the hope of being more admired by those that know us less.

The whimsicalness of our own humor is a thousand times more fickle and unaccountable than what we blame so much in fortune.

We only confess our little faults to persuade people that we have no big ones.

No fools are so difficult to manage as those with some brains.