In love we often doubt what we most believe.

We often make use of envenomed praise, that reveals on the rebound, as it were, defects in those praised which we dare not exposeany other way.

We rarely think people have good sense unless they agree with us.

Second-rate minds usually condemn everything beyond their grasp.

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.

What seems to be generosity is often no more than disguised ambition, which overlooks a small interest in order to secure a great one.

We pardon as long as we love.