What! Would you make no distinction between hypocrisy and devotion? Would you give them the same names, and respect the mask as you do the face? Would you equate artifice and sincerity? Confound appearance with truth? Regard the phantom as the very person? Value counterfeit as cash?
It is a fine seasoning for joy to think of those we love.
Perfect good sense shuns all extremity, content to couple wisdom with sobriety.
Virtue is the first title of nobility.
Frenchmen have an unlimited capacity for gallantry and indulge it on every occasion.
We live under a prince who is an enemy to fraud, a prince whose eyes penetrate into the heart, and whom all the art of impostors can't deceive.