It is the same in love as in war; a fortress that parleys is half taken.
I should rejoice if my pleasures were as pleasing to God as they are to myself.
Gold adulterates one thing only,--the human heart.
Servitude is inherent; we are all slaves to duty or to force.
We are always more disposed to laugh at nonsense than at genuine wit; because the nonsense is more agreeable to us, being more comfortable to our natures.
distrust ... is the beginning of hatred.