Some of us would be greatly astonished to learn the reasons why others respect us.

If people did not compliment one another there would be little society.

Servitude degrades people to such a point that they come to like it.

We often quarrel with the unfortunate to get rid of pitying them.

As a house implies a builder, and a garment a weaver, and a door a carpenter, so does the existence of the Universe imply a Creator.

If our friends do us a service, we think they owe it to us by their title of friend. We never think that they do not owe us their friendship.

We are less hurt by the contempt of fools than by the lukewarm approval of men of intelligence.