It is more pitiable once to have been rich than not to be rich now.
We tire of those pleasures we take, but never of those we give.
The great chastisement of a knave is not to be known, but to know himself.
A pedant holds more to instruct us with what he knows, than of what we are ignorant.
We are told to walk noiselessly through the world, that we may waken neither hatred, nor envy; but, alas! what can we do when they never sleep!
In love we are not only liable to betray ourselves, but also the secrets of others.