We always get bored with those whom we bore. |
We always love those who admire us; we do not always love those whom we admire. |
We are always much better pleased to see those whom we have obliged, than those who have obliged us |
We are easily consoled at the misfortunes of our friends when they enable us to prove our tenderness for them. |
We are inconsolable at being deceived by our enemies and betrayed by our friends, yet still we are often content to be thus served by ourselves. |
We are more humiliated by the least infidelity towards us, than by our greatest towards others. |
We are more interested in making others believe we are happy than in trying to be happy ourselves. |
We are more often treacherous through weakness than through calculation. |
We are nearer loving those who hate us than those who love us more than we wish. |
We are never so happy nor so unhappy as we imagine. |
We are never so ridiculous by the qualities we have, as by those we affect to have |
We are often less unhappy at being deceived by one we loved, than on being deceived. |
We are so accustomed to disguise ourselves to others, that in the end we become disguised to ourselves |
We are strong enough to bear the misfortunes of others. |
We believe, sometimes, that we hate flattery —we only dislike the method. |