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

We often pride ourselves on even the most criminal passions, but envy is a timid and shamefaced passion we never dare to acknowledge.

True love is like ghosts, which everyone talks about and few have seen.

The reason we do not let our friends see the very bottom of our hearts is not so much distrust of them as distrust of ourselves.

Men frequently do good only to give themselves opportunity of doing ill with impunity.

A man would rather say evil of himself than say nothing.

What makes the pain we feel from shame and jealousy so cutting is that vanity can give us no assistance in bearing them.