The qualities we have, make us so ridiculous as those which we affect.
Pride indemnifies itself and loses nothing even when it casts away vanity.
We feel good and ill only in proportion to our self-love.
It may be said that the vices await us in the journey of life like hosts with whom we must successively lodge; and I doubt whether experience would make us avoid them if we were to travel the same road a second time.
As long as we love, we can forgive.
Some follies are caught, like contagious diseases.