Men sometimes feel injured by praise because it assigns a limit to their merit; few people are modest enough not to take offense that one appreciates them.
Jealousy is the paralysis of love.
We often quarrel with the unfortunate to get rid of pitying them.
Vice foments war; it is virtue which actually fights. If there were no virtue, we would live in peace forever.
The counsels of old age give light without heat, like the sun in winter.
The fruit derived from labor is the sweetest of pleasures.