Our zeal works wonders, whenever it supports our inclination toward hatred, cruelty, ambition.
The ceaseless labour of your life is to build the house of death.
It is much more easy to accuse the one sex than to excuse the other.
If my intentions were not to be read in my eyes and voice, I should not have survived so long without quarrels and without harm, seeing the indiscreet freedom with which I say, right or wrong, whatever comes into my head.
The only thing certain is nothing is certain.
I love a friendship that flatters itself in the sharpness and vigor of its communications.