The weak-minded man is the slave of his vices and the dupe of his virtues.
The most exacting jailer is our own conscience.
Adversity, which makes us indulgent to others, renders them severe towards us.
Experience unveils too late the snares laid for youth; it is the white frost which discovers the spider's web when the flies are no longer there to be caught.
Conscience whispers, but interest screams aloud.
Public opinion is a courtesan, whom we seek to please without respecting.