Ridicule dishonors a man more than dishonor does.

Though nature be ever so generous, yet can she not make a hero alone. Fortune must contribute her part too; and till both concur, the work cannot be perfected.

How deceitful hope may be, yet she carries us on pleasantly to the end of life.

The same strength of character which helps a man resist love, helps to make it more violent and lasting too. People of unsettled minds are always driven about with passions, but never absolutely filled with any.

When our hatred is too alive puts us below what we hate.

It is difficult to define love; all we can say is, that in the soul it is a desire to rule, in the mind it is a sympathy, and in the body it is a hidden and delicate wish to possess what we love-Plus many mysteries.

We forget our faults easily when they are known to ourselves alone.