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

We are never so easily deceived as when we imagine we are deceiving others.

Envy is more irreconcilable than hatred.

Praise is a more ingenious, concealed, and subtle kind of flattery, that satisfies both the giver and the receiver, though by verydifferent ways. The one accepts it as a reward due to his merit; the other gives it that he may be looked upon as a just and discerning person.

There are very few people who are not ashamed of having been in love when they no longer love each other.

We often forgive those who bore us, but we cannot forgive those whom we bore.

The hunger for applause is the source for all conscious literature and heroism