Commonplace minds usually condemn what is beyond the reach of their understanding.

It is almost always a fault of one who loves not to realize when he ceases to be loved.

Our good qualities expose us more to hatred and persecution than all the ill we do.

We are more often treacherous through weakness than through calculation.

What we cut off from our other faults is very often but so much added to our pride.

The constancy of the wise is only the art of keeping disquietude to one's self.

The pleasure of love is in loving; we are happier in the passion we feel than in what we inspire.