The most exacting jailer is our own conscience.

It is almost impossible to find those who admire us entirely lacking in taste.

Pleasure limps for him. who enjoys it alone.

Envy, like flame, blackens that which is above it, and which it cannot reach.

Of all trifles, titles are the lightest.

It is only before those who are glad to hear it, and anxious to spread it, that we find it easy to speak ill of others.

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