The admiration of power in others is as common to man as the love of it in himself; the one makes him a tyrant, the other a slave.

Rules and models destroy genius and art.

The most phlegmatic dispositions often contain the most inflammable spirits, as fire is struck from the hardest flints.

Envy among other ingredients has a mixture of the love of justice in it. We are more angry at undeserved than at deserved good-fortune.

There are no rules for friendship. It must be left to itself. We cannot force it any more than love.

Conceit is vanity driven from all other shifts, and forced to appeal to itself for admiration.

The look of a gentleman is little else than the reflection of the looks of the world.