They who, without any previous knowledge of us, think amiss of us, do us no harm; they attack not us, but the phantom of their own imagination.

When a secret is revealed, it is the fault of the man who confided it.

It is boorish to live ungraciously: the giving is the hardest part; what does it cost to add a smile?

A man has made great progress in cunning when he does not seem too clever to others.

It is the glory and merit of some men to write well and of others not to write at all.

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

The same vices which are huge and insupportable in others we do not feel in ourselves.