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

There is no better proof of a man's being truly good than his desiring to be constantly under the observation of good men.

Flattery is a counterfeit money which, but for vanity, would have no circulation.

Jealousy lives upon doubts. It becomes madness or ceases entirely as soon as we pass from doubt to certainty.

We would frequently be ashamed of our good deeds if people saw all of the motives that produced them.

It is a species of coquetry to make a parade of never practising it.

Whatever ignominy or disgrace we have incurred, it is almost always in our power to reestablish our reputation.