It's the admirer and the watcher who provoke us to all the inanities we commit.

The most imperious masters over their own servants are at the same time the most abject slaves to the servants of others.

It is sweet to mingle tears with tears; Griefs, where they wound in solitude, Wound more deeply.

Let us fight the battle-retreat from the things that attract us and rouse ourselves to meet the things that actually attack us.

Many men provoke others to overreach them by excessive suspicion; their extraordinary distrust in some sort justifies the deceit.

Light is that grief which counsel can allay.

Fidelity bought with money is overcome by money.