Prejudices are what rule the vulgar crowd.

The necessity of saying something, the embarrassment produced by the consciousness of having nothing to say, and the desire to exhibit ability, are three things sufficient to render even a great man ridiculous.

He was my equal in beauty, a paragon of grace and charm, sparkling with wit, and burning with love. I adored him to distraction, to the point of idolatry: I loved him as one can never love twice.

Exaggeration, the inseparable companion of greatness.

I have chosen to be happy because it is goo for my health.

Our country is that spot to which our heart is bound.

Virtue debases itself in justifying itself.