None but the contemptible are apprehensive of contempt.
Why can we remember the tiniest detail that has happened to us, and not remember how many times we have told it to the same person.
We are nearer loving those who hate us than those who love us more than we wish.
There are some bad qualities which make great talents.
A man's worth has its season, like fruit.
Before we set our hearts too much upon anything, let us examine how happy they are, who already possess it.