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

If we are to judge of love by its consequences, it more nearly resembles hatred than friendship.

Virtue would not make such advances if there were not a little vanity to keep it company.

We exaggerate the glory of some men in order to detract from that of others.

The fondness or indifference that the philosophers expressed for life was merely a preference inspired by their self-love, and will no more bear reasoning upon than the relish of the palate or the choice of colors.

Those great and glorious actions that dazzle our eyes with their luster are represented by statesmen as the result of great wisdomand excellent design; whereas, in truth, they are commonly the effects of the humors and passions.

Truth is the foundation and the reason of the perfection of beauty, for of whatever stature a thing may be, it cannot be beautiful-and perfect, unless it be truly what it should be, and possess truly all that it should have.