The intention of never deceiving often exposes us to deception.
Nature makes merit, and fortune puts it to work.
There is a kind of love, the excess of which forbids jealousy.
One is never fortunate or as unfortunate as one imagines.
Those who are themselves incapable of great crimes are ever backward to suspect others.
Though nature be ever so generous, yet can she not make a hero alone. Fortune must contribute her part too; and till both concur, the work cannot be perfected.