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

High fortune makes both our virtues and vices stand out as objects that are brought clearly to view by the light.

It is the habit of mediocre minds to condemn all that is beyond their grasp.

Few are sufficiently wise to prefer censure which is useful to praise which is treacherous.

We are so accustomed to disguise ourselves to others that in the end we become disguised to ourselves.

Jealousy is not so much the love of another as the love of ourselves.

Love often leads on to ambition, but seldom does one return from ambition to love.