We are all mortals, and each is for himself.

What a terrible thing to be a great lord, yet a wicked man.

When we are understood, we always speak well, and then all your fine diction serves no purpose.

You have but to hold forth in cap and gown, and any gibberish becomes learning, all nonsense passes for sense.

We are easily duped by those we love.

Heaven forbids, it is true, certain gratifications, but there are ways and means of compounding such matters.

One ought to look a good deal at oneself before thinking of condemning others.