Have others fear you, and I will have no fear.
I love you much less than my God, but much more than myself.
Happiness seems made to be shared.
Ambition becomes displeasing when it is once satiated; there is a reaction; and as our spirit, till our last sigh, is always aiming toward some object, it falls back on itself, having nothing else on which to rest; and having reached the summit, it longs to descend.
He who allows himself to be insulted deserves to be.
Generosity is the accompaniment of high birth; pity and gratitude are its attendants.