The weak-minded man is the slave of his vices and the dupe of his virtues.
Envy, like flame, blackens that which is above it, and which it cannot reach.
The true worth of a soul is revealed as much by the motive it attributes to the actions of others as by its own deeds.
True courage is like a kite; a contrary wind raises it higher.
Pleasure and satiety live next door to each other.
The happiness of the tender heart is increased by what it can take away from the wretchedness of others.