The desire of glory is the last infirmity cast off even by the wise.
A bitter jest, when it comes too near the truth, leaves a sharp sting behind it.
If you would know who controls you see who you may not criticise.
None make a greater show of sorrow than those who are most delighted.
Kindness, so far as we can return it, is agreeable.
They make solitude, which they call peace.