We often bore others when we think we cannot possibly bore them.
There are bad people who would be less dangerous if they were quite devoid of goodness.
We love everything on our own account; we even follow our own taste and inclination when we prefer our friends to ourselves; and yet it is this preference alone that constitutes true and perfect friendship.
We have more indolence in the mind than in the body.
The desire of appearing clever often prevents our becoming so.
No matter how much care we put into hiding our passions under the appearances of devotion and honor, they can always be seen to peer out through these covers.