The less power a man has, the more he likes to use it.

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

Happiness is where we find it, but rarely where we seek it.

Conscience whispers, but interest screams aloud.

In a better world we will find our young years and our old friends.

Nothing for preserving the body like having no heart.

There are wounds of self-love which one does not confess to one's dearest friends.