We grow tired of everything but turning others into ridicule, and congratulating ourselves on their defects.

It is not the passion of a mind struggling with misfortune, or the hopelessness of its desires, but of a mind preying on itself, and disgusted with, or indifferent to all other things.

If the world were good for nothing else, it is a fine subject for speculation.

Life is the art of being well deceived.

He is a hypocrite who professes what he does not believe; not he who does not practice all he wishes or approves.

The great requisite for the prosperous management of ordinary business is the want of imagination.

The greatest grossness sometimes accompanies the greatest refinement, as a natural relief.