One is often guilty by being too just.
Brave men are brave from the very first.
The fire which seems extinguished often slumbers beneath the ashes.
I don't know how to defend myself: surprised innocence cannot imagine being under suspicion.
He on whom heaven confers a sceptre knows not the weight till he bears it.
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!