398.—Of all our faults that which we most readily admit is idleness: we believe that it makes all virtues ineffectual, and that without utterly destroying, it at least suspends their operation.
399.—There is a kind of greatness which does not depend upon fortune: it is a certain manner what distinguishes us, and which seems to destine us for great things; it is the value we insensibly set upon ourselves; it is by this quality that we gain the deference of other men, and it is this which commonly raises us more above them, than birth, rank, or even merit itself.
400.—There may be talent without position, but there is no position without some kind of talent.
401.—Rank is to merit what dress is to a pretty woman.
402.—What we find the least of in flirtation is love.
403.—Fortune sometimes uses our faults to exalt us, and there are tiresome people whose deserts would be ill rewarded if we did not desire to purchase their absence.
404.—It appears that nature has hid at the bottom of our hearts talents and abilities unknown to us. It is only the passions that have the power of bringing them to light, and sometimes give us views more true and more perfect than art could possibly do.
405.—We reach quite inexperienced the different stages of life, and often, in spite of the number of our years, we lack experience.
["To most men experience is like the stern lights of a ship which illumine only the track it has passed."— Coleridge.]
406.—Flirts make it a point of honour to be jealous of their lovers, to conceal their envy of other women.