Is it against justice or reason to love ourselves? And why is self-love always a vice?
The counsels of the old, like the winter sun, shine, but give no heat.
Our opinion of others is not so variable as our opinion of ourselves.
The favorites of fortune or of fame topple from their pedestals before our eyes without diverting us from ambition.
The mind reaches great heights only by spurts.
Despair is the greatest of our errors.