Violent passions are formed in solitude. In the busy world no object has time to make a deep impression.

As nice as we are in love, we forgive more faults in that than in friendship.

No man ever did a designed injury to another, but at the same time he did a greater to himself.

To a zealot every one of his own sect is a saint, while the most upright of a different sect are to him children of perdition.

Even dress is apt to inflame a man's opinion of himself.

We part more easily with what we possess, than with our expectations of what we wish for; because expectation always goes beyond enjoyment.

If you should escape the censure of others, hope not to escape your own.