We often credit ourselves with vices the reverse of what we have, thus when weak we boast of our obstinacy.

Our distrust of another justifies his deceit.

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

There are fine things that are more brilliant when they are unfinished than when finished too much.

Those who are themselves incapable of great crimes are ever backward to suspect others.

It is easy to be wise on behalf of others than to be so for ourselves.

We sometimes imagine we hate flattery, but we only hate the way we are flattered.