We easily forget our faults when no one knows them but ourselves.

Humility is often a false front we employ to gain power over others.

Though nature be ever so generous, yet can she not make a hero alone. Fortune must contribute her part too; and till both concur, the work cannot be perfected.

The man that thinks he loves his mistress for her own sake is mightily mistaken.

The only good copies are those which make us see the absurdity of bad originals.

The art of putting into play mediocre qualities often begets more reputation than is achieved by true merit.

When our vices desert us, we flatter ourselves that we are deserting our vices.