One kind of happiness is to know exactly at what point to be miserable.

However evil men may be they dare not be openly hostile to virtue, and so when they want to attack it they pretend to find it spurious , or impute crimes to it.

In the human heart there is a ceaseless birth of passions, so that the destruction of one is almost always the establishment of another.

We are better pleased to see those on whom we confer benefits than those from whom we receive them.

There is real love just as there are real ghosts; every person speaks of it, few persons have seen it.

When our hatred is violent, it sinks us even beneath those we hate.

Before we set our hearts too much upon anything, let us examine how happy they are, who already possess it.