The counsels of the old, like the winter sun, shine, but give no heat.

It is difficult to esteem a man as highly as he would wish.

The usual pretext of those who make others unhappy is that they do it for their own good.

Prosperity makes few friends.

Our virtues are dearer to us the more we have had to suffer for them. It is the same with our children. All profound affection admits a sacrifice.

It is unjust to exact that men shall do out of deference to our advice what they have no desire to do for themselves.

Few people are modest enough to be estimated at their true worth.