If it were not for poetry, few men would ever fall in love.

Sometimes in life situations develop that only the half-crazy can get out of.

Nothing is rarer than real goodness.

Men frequently do good only to give themselves opportunity of doing ill with impunity.

Ideas often flash across our minds more complete than we could make them after much labor.

Man only blames himself in order that he may be praised.

Flattery is a kind of bad money, to which our vanity gives us currency.