Passion makes idiots of the cleverest men, and makes the biggest idiots clever.

People that are conceited of their own merit take pride in being unfortunate, that themselves and others may think them considerable enough to be the envy and the mark of fortune.

It is harder to hide the feelings we have than to feign the ones we do not have.

We are never so happy, nor so unhappy, as we suppose ourselves to be.

Our temper sets a price upon every gift that we receive from fortune.

Those who are condemned to death affect sometimes a constancy and contempt for death which is only the fear of facing it; so that one may say that this constancy and contempt are to their mind what the bandage is to their eyes.

We always love those who admire us, but we do not always love those whom we admire.