The more we love, the nearer we are to hate.

History never embraces more than a small part of reality

However evil men may be they dare not be openly hostile to virtue, and so when they want to attack it they pretend to find it spurious , or impute crimes to it.

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

The shame that arises from praise which we do not deserve often makes us do things we should otherwise never have attempted.

Heat of blood makes young people change their inclinations often, and habit makes old ones keep to theirs a great while.

Our distrust of another justifies his deceit.