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

As we advance in life, we acquire a keener sense of the value of time. Nothing else, indeed, seems of any consequence; and we become misers in this respect.

The truly proud man knows neither superiors or inferiors. The first he does not admit of - the last he does not concern himself about.

Cowardice is not synonymous with prudence. It often happens that the better part of discretion is valor.

The chain of habit coils itself around the heart like a serpent, to gnaw and stifle it.

Walk groundly, talk profoundly, drink roundly, sleep soundly.

The confession of our failings is a thankless office. It savors less of sincerity or modesty than of ostentation. It seems as if we thought our weaknesses as good as other people's virtues.