It is the privilege of greatness to confer intense happiness with insignificant gifts.

Jealous is every virtue of the others, and a dreadful thing is jealousy. Even virtues may succumb by jealousy.

But eternal liveliness is what counts: what does "eternal life" matter, or life at all?

I despise mystics, they fancy themselves so deep, when they aren't even superficial.

I cannot believe in a God who wants to be praised all the time.

Our vanity is hardest to wound precisely when our pride has just been wounded.

Impoliteness is frequently the sign of an awkward modesty that loses its head when surprised and hopes to conceal this with rudeness.