Jealousy Is Not Love, But Self-love.

Numberless Arts Appear Foolish Whose Secret Motives Are Most Wise And Weighty.

The Dullness Of Certain People Is Sometimes A Sufficient Security Against The Attack Of An Artful Man.

When We Exaggerate Our Friends' Tenderness Towards Us, It Is Often Less From Gratitude Than From A Desire To Exhibit Our Own Virtue.

Perhaps Being Old Is Having Lighted Rooms Inside Your Head, And People In Them, Acting. People You Know, Yet Can't Quite Name.

Our Good Qualities Expose Us More To Hatred And Persecution Than All The Ill We Do.