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.

Happiness seems made to be shared.

This dark brightness that falls from the stars.

Just vengeance does not call for punishment.

My sweetest hope is to lose hope

A true king is neither husband nor father; he considers his throne and nothing else.

These flattering mirrors reflect imperfectly what is within; the countenance is often a gay deceiver. What defects of mind lie hidden under its beauty! What fair exteriors conceal base souls!