Without big words, how could many people say small things?

In all that surrounds him the egotist sees only the frame of his own portrait.

Religion is the hospital of the souls that the world has wounded.

The hatred we bear our enemies injures their happiness less than our own.

Envy, like flame, blackens that which is above it, and which it cannot reach.

A pedant holds more to instruct us with what he knows, than of what we are ignorant.

It is almost impossible to find those who admire us entirely lacking in taste.