When our hatred is violent, it sinks us even beneath those we hate.

Some men are like ballads, that are in everyone's mouth a little while.

The confidence which we have in ourselves give birth to much of that, which we have in others.

Solemnity is a device of the body to hide the faults of the mind.

In friendship, as in love, we are often more happy from the things we are ignorant of than from those we are acquainted with.

We are better pleased to see those on whom we confer benefits than those from whom we receive them.

We are nearer loving those who hate us than those who love us more than we wish.