Grief at the absence of a loved one is happiness compared to life with a person one hates.

The slave has but one master, the ambitious man has as many as there are persons whose aid may contribute to the advancement of his fortunes.

Cunning is none of the best nor worst qualities; it floats between virtue and vice; there is scarce any exigence where it may not, and perhaps ought not to be supplied by prudence.

A man of the world must seem to be what he wishes to be thought.

If a handsome woman allows that another woman is beautiful, we may safely conclude she excels her.

A well-born man is fortunate, but so is the man about whom people no longer ask, 'is he well-born?'

If it be usual to be strongly impressed by things that are scarce, why are we so little impressed by virtue?