Our own self-love draws a thick veil between us and our faults.

The only solid and lasting peace between a man and his wife is, doubtless, a separation.

Our prejudices are our mistresses; reason is at best our wife, very often heard indeed, but seldom minded.

Good breeding is the result of good sense, some good nature, and a little self-denial for the sake of others.

Vice, in its true light, is so deformed, that it shocks us at first sight; and would hardly ever seduce us, if it did not at first wear the mask of some virtue.

Wit is so shining a quality that everybody admires it; most people aim at it, all people fear it, and few love it unless in themselves. A man must have a good share of wit himself to endure a great share of it in another.