Loud indignation against vice often stands for virtue in the eyes of bigots.

We find ourselves less witty in remembering what we have said than in dreaming of what we would have said.

Perfect servants would be the worst of all for certain masters, whose happiness consists in finding fault with them.

Nothing for preserving the body like having no heart.

Adversity, which makes us indulgent to others, renders them severe towards us.

Conscience whispers, but interest screams aloud.

Where talent is a dwarf, self-esteem is a giant.