We may sooner be brought to love them that hate us, than them that love us more than we would have them do.
We should often feel ashamed of our best actions if the world could see all the motives which produced them.
We have no patience with other people's vanity because it is offensive to our own.
We give advice, but we cannot give the wisdom to profit by it.
We get so much in the habit of wearing disguises before others that we finally appear disguised before ourselves.
We easily forgive our friends those faults that do no affect us ourselves.
We do not praise others, ordinarily, but in order to be praised ourselves.
We do not despise all those who have vices, but we do despise those that have no virtue.
We confess our little faults to persuade people that we have no large ones.
We come altogether fresh and raw into the several stages of life, and often find ourselves without experience, despite our years.
We are very far from always knowing our own wishes.
What we call generosity is for the most part only the vanity of giving; and we exercise it because we are more fond of that vanity than of the thing we give.
The sure mark of one born with noble qualities is being born without envy.
Love can no more continue without a constant motion than fire can; and when once you take hope and fear away, you take from it its very life and being.
Women's virtue is frequently nothing but a regard to their own quiet and a tenderness for their reputation.