We have no patience with other people's vanity because it is offensive to our own.

If we have not peace within ourselves, it is in vain to seek it from outward sources.

No man deserves to be praised for his goodness, who has it not in his power to be wicked. Goodness without that power is generally nothing more than sloth, or an impotence of will.

It is not in the power of even the most crafty dissimulation to conceal love long, where it really is, nor to counterfeit it long where it is not.

Our aversion to lying is commonly a secret ambition to make what we say considerable, and have every word received with a religious respect.