Jealousy is not so much the love of another as the love of ourselves.

There are heroes in evil as well as in good.

Our distrust of another justifies his deceit.

We endeavor to make a virtue of the faults we are unwilling to correct.

There is no accident so unfortunate but wise men will make some advantage of it, nor any so entirely fortunate but fools may turn it to their own prejudice.

We frequently are troublesome to others, when we think it impossible for us ever to be so.

The defects of the mind, like those of the face, grow worse with age.