How happy is it for us, that the admiration of others should depend so much more on their ignorance than our perfection!

We are oftener deceived by being told some truth than no truth.

Love will sacrifice more to others than friendship, but then it exacts more from them.

Genius always looks forward, and not only sees what is, but what necessarily will be.

Wit catches of wit, as fire of fire.

Taste may be compared to that exquisite sense of the bee, which instantly discovers and extracts the quintessence of every flower, and disregards all the rest of it.

No man was ever so much deceived by another as by himself.