It's the height of folly to want to be the only wise one.

The only thing that should surprise us is that there are still some things that can surprise us.

The hate of favourites is only a love of favour. The envy of NOT possessing it, consoles and softens its regrets by the contempt it evinces for those who possess it, and we refuse them our homage, not being able to detract from them what attracts that of the rest of the world.

If it were not for poetry, few men would ever fall in love.

There is something to be said for jealousy, because it only designs the preservation of some good which we either have or think wehave a right to. But envy is a raging madness that cannot bear the wealth or fortune of others.

We speak little if not egged on by vanity.

Absence abates a moderate passion and intensifies a great one - as the wind blows out a candle but fans fire into flame.