When we feel that we lack whatever is needed to secure someone else's esteem, we are very close to hating him

The usual pretext of those who make others unhappy is that they do it for their own good.

The wicked are always surprised to find that the good can be clever.

Few people are modest enough to be estimated at their true worth.

The idle always have a mind to do something.

We often quarrel with the unfortunate to get rid of pitying them.

Habit is everything, even in love.