We often in our misfortunes take that for constancy and patience which is only dejection of mind; we suffer without daring to holdup our heads, just as cowards let themselves be knocked on the head because they have not courage to strike back.

Small minds are much distressed by little things. Great minds see them all but are not upset by them.

Some people resemble ballads which are only sung for a certain time.

There are heroes in evil as well as in good.

The intellect is always fooled by the heart.

Happiness does not consist in things themselves but in the relish we have of them; and a man has attained it when he enjoys what he loves and desires himself, and not what other people think lovely and desirable.

When our hatred is too alive puts us below what we hate.