We are so accustomed to wearing a disguise before others that eventually we are unable to recognize ourselves.

What seems to be generosity is often no more than disguised ambition, which overlooks a small interest in order to secure a great one.

There is no disguise which can hide love for long where it exists, or simulate it where it does not.

We are so accustomed to disguise ourselves to others that in the end we become disguised to ourselves.

Our virtues are most frequently but vices in disguise.

Flattery is a kind of bad money, to which our vanity gives us currency.