We should gain more by letting the world see what we are than by trying to seem what we are not.

If we are to judge of love by its consequences, it more nearly resembles hatred than friendship.

Reconciliation with our enemies is simply a desire to better our condition, a weariness of war, or the fear of some unlucky thing from occurring.

Jealousy is bred in doubts. When those doubts change into certainties, then the passion either ceases or turns absolute madness.

The truest comparison we can make of love is to liken it to a fever; we have no more power over the one than the other, either as to its violence or duration.

Flattery is a counterfeit money which, but for vanity, would have no circulation.

The world is full of pots jeering at kettles.