Nothing so uncertain as general reputation. A man injures me from humor, passion, or interest; hates me because he has injured me; and speaks ill of me because he hates me.

Beauty loses its relish; the graces never.

False praise is always confined to the great.

As nice as we are in love, we forgive more faults in that than in friendship.

To a zealot every one of his own sect is a saint, while the most upright of a different sect are to him children of perdition.

Luxury possibly may contribute to give bread to the poor; but if there were no luxury, there would be no poor.

Whoever appears to have much cunning has in reality very little; being deficient in the essential article, which is, to hide cunning.