As love increases, prudence diminishes.

We often make use of envenomed praise, that reveals on the rebound, as it were, defects in those praised which we dare not exposeany other way.

There may be talent without position, but there is no position without some kind of talent.

Passion makes idiots of the cleverest men, and makes the biggest idiots clever.

In love deceit nearly always goes further than mistrust.

We own up to minor failings, but only so as to convince others that we have no major ones.

Love of fame, fear of disgrace, schemes for advancement, desire to make life comfortable and pleasant, and the urge to humiliate others are often at the root of the valour men hold in such high esteem.