The most violent passions sometimes leave us at rest, but vanity agitates us constantly.

If we judge love by most of its effects, it resembles rather hatred than affection.

Virtue would go far if vanity did not keep it company.

A wise man should order his interests, and set them all in their proper places. This order is often troubled by greed, which putsus upon pursuing so many things at once that, in eagerness for matters of less consideration, we grasp at trifles, and let go things of greater value.

The praise we give to new comers into the world arises from the envy we bear to those who are established.

Passion makes idiots of the cleverest men, and makes the biggest idiots clever.

Love, like fire, cannot subsist without constant impulse; it ceases to live from the moment it ceases to hope or to fear.