We can love with all our hearts those in whom we recognize great faults. It would be impertinent to believe that perfection alone has the right to please us; sometimes our weaknesses attach us to each other as much as our virtues.
We are almost always guilty of the hate we encounter.
When we are sick our virtues and our vices are in abeyance.
Lazy people always intend to start doing something.
Man never rises to great truths without enthusiasm.
Our errors and our controversies, in the sphere of morality, arise sometimes from looking on men as though they could be altogether bad, or altogether good.