We often select envenomed praise which, by a reaction upon those we praise, shows faults we could not have shown by other means.

Reconciliation with our enemies is simply a desire to better our condition, a weariness of war, or the fear of some unlucky thing from occurring.

The only good copies are those which make us see the absurdity of bad originals.

None but the contemptible are apprehensive of contempt.

Few people have the wisdom to prefer the criticism that would do them good, to the praise that deceives them.

As long as we love, we can forgive.

Jealousy is nothing more than a fear of abandonment