“Nothing is so contagious as example; and we never do any great good or evil which does not produce its like.”

I have always been an admirer. I regard the gift of admiration as indispensable if one is to amount to something; I don’t know where I would be without it.

In the human heart new passions are forever being born; the overthrow of one almost always means the rise of another.

There is no better proof of a man’s being truly good than his desiring to be constantly under the observation of good men.

Politeness is a desire to be treated politely, and to be esteemed polite oneself.

To achieve greatness one should live as if they will never die.

We are so used to dissembling with others that in time we come to deceive and dissemble with ourselves.

In the misfortunes of our best friends we always find something not altogether displeasing to us.

We are so accustomed to disguise ourselves to others that in the end we become disguised to ourselves.

What seems to be generosity is often no more than disguised ambition, which overlooks a small interest in order to secure a great one.

We are more often treacherous through weakness than through calculation.

Though nature be ever so generous, yet can she not make a hero alone. Fortune must contribute her part too; and till both concur, the work cannot be perfected.

We are strong enough to bear the misfortunes of others.

The heart is forever making the head its fool.

A man’s worth has its season, like fruit.

Taste may change, but inclination never.

Jealousy lives upon doubts. It becomes madness or ceases entirely as soon as we pass from doubt to certainty.