We grow tired of ourselves, much more of other people.
The art of pleasing consists in being pleased.
The garb of religion is the best cloak for power.
It is remarkable how virtuous and generously disposed every one is at a play.
If we are long absent from our friends, we forget them; if we are constantly with them, we despise them.
We often forget our dreams so speedily: if we cannot catch them as they are passing out at the door, we never set eyes on them again.