Almost always we are bored by people to whom we ourselves are boring.

Honest people will respect us for our merit: the public, for our luck.

There are people who in spite of their merit disgust us and others who please us in spite of their faults.

Some people displease with merit, and others' very faults and defects are pleasing.

Everyone takes pleasure in returning small obligations, many people acknowledge moderate ones; but there are only a scarce few who do not pay great ones with ingratitude.

Tastes in young people are changed by natural impetuosity, and in the aged are preserved by habit.

We are always bored by the very people by whom it is vital not to be bored.

There are few people who are more often in the wrong than those who cannot endure to be so.

There are some people who would never have fallen in love if they had not heard there was such a thing.