The true worth of a soul is revealed as much by the motive it attributes to the actions of others as by its own deeds.

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

None despise fame more heartily than those who have no possible claim to it.

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

In love we are not only liable to betray ourselves, but also the secrets of others.

Our virtues live upon our incomes; our vices consume our capital.

That experience which does not make us better makes us worse.