The heart is forever making the head its fool.
The hunger for applause is the source for all conscious literature and heroism
We should often blush at our noblest deeds if the world were to see all their underlying motives.
When our hatred is too alive puts us below what we hate.
It requires greater virtues to support good fortune than bad.
Those who are overreached by our cunning are far from appearing to us as ridiculous as we appear to ourselves when the cunning of others has overreached us.