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

The weak-minded man is the slave of his vices and the dupe of his virtues.

There are some errors so sweet that we repent them only to bring them to memory.

Genius, like a torch, shines less in the broad daylight of the present than in the night of the past.

Rage is a short-lived fury.

Doubt springs from the mind; faith is the daughter of the soul.

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