The height of cleverness is to be able to conceal it.

It is with sincere affection or friendship as with ghosts and apparitions,--a thing that everybody talks of, and scarce any hath seen.

There is a kind of love, the excess of which forbids jealousy.

Some people displease with merit, and others' very faults and defects are pleasing.

We own up to minor failings, but only so as to convince others that we have no major ones.

For most men the love of justice is only the fear of suffering injustice.

Idiots and lunatics see only their own wit.