Suspicion has its dupes, as well as credulity.

The ideal friendship is to feel as one while remaining two.

Only those faults which we encounter in ourselves are insufferable to us in others.

Our faults afflict us more than our good deeds console. Pain is ever uppermost in the conscience as in the heart.

Antiquity is a species of aristocracy with which it is not easy to be on visiting terms.

We are all of us, in this world, more or less like St. January, whom the inhabitants of Naples worship one day, and pelt with baked apples the next.

In this world of change naught which comes stays and naught which goes is lost.