If we were brought to trial for the crimes we have committed against ourselves, few would escape the gallows.

Jealousy would be far less torturous if we understood that love is a passion entirely unrelated to our merits.

There are those whose sole claim to profundity is the discovery of exceptions to the rules.

Praises for our past triumphs are as feathers to a dead bird.

To judge a man's character by only one of its manifestations is like judging the sea by a jugful of its water.

Avarice is fear sheathed in gold.

With the stones we cast at them, geniuses build new roads with them.