He who lives without folly isn't so wise as he thinks.

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.

The truest comparison we can make of love is to liken it to a fever; we have no more power over the one than the other, either as to its violence or duration.

It is often laziness and timidity that keep us within our duty while virtue gets all the credit.

For most men the love of justice is only the fear of suffering injustice.

One is never fortunate or as unfortunate as one imagines.

There is an excess both in happiness and misery above our power of sensation.