Ignorance is always ready to admire itself. Procure yourself critical friends.

In spite of every sage whom Greece can show, Unerring wisdom never dwelt below; Folly in all of every age we see, The only difference lies in the degree.

Gold lends a touch of beauty even to the ugly.

He [Moliere] pleases all the world, but cannot please himself.

Now two punctilious envoys, Thine and Mine, Embroil the earth about a fancied line; And, dwelling much on right and much on wrong, Prove how the right is chiefly with the strong.

Honor is like an island, rugged and without a beach; once we have left it, we can never return.

It is the sin which we have not committed which seems the most monstrous.