If you suppress grief too much, it can well redouble.
No reason makes it right To shun accepted ways from stubborn spite; And we may better join the foolish crowd Than cling to wisdom, lonely though unbowed.
I hate all men, the ones because they are mean and vicious, and the others for being complaisant with the vicious ones.
Perfect good sense shuns all extremity, content to couple wisdom with sobriety.
I prefer an interesting vice to a virtue that bores.
The more we love our friends, the less we flatter them; it is by excusing nothing that pure love shows itself.