“We do not despise all those who have vices, but we do despise those that have no virtue.”

Gracefulness is to the body what understanding is to the mind.

We get so much in the habit of wearing disguises before others that we finally appear disguised before ourselves.

Not all those who know their minds know their hearts as well.

However rare true love may be, it is less so than true friendship.

The mind cannot long play the heart’s role.

We only confess our little faults to persuade people that we have no big ones.

Before we set our hearts too much upon anything, let us examine how happy they are, who already possess it.

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

We only acknowledge small faults in order to make it appear that we are free from great ones.

Perfect valour consists in doing without witnesses that which we would be capable of doing before everyone.

Virtue would go far if vanity did not keep it company.

We seldom find any person of good sense, except those who share our opinions.

How can we expect another to keep our secret if we have been unable to keep it ourselves?

Though men are apt to flatter and exalt themselves with their great achievements, yet these are, in truth, very often owing not so much to design as chance.

We pardon to the extent that we love.

Those who are incapable of committing great crimes do not readily suspect them in others.

Part of our society kills what it loves, despises what it’s created. It really hates success.

Sometimes a man who deserves to be looked upon because he is a fool is despised only because he is a lawyer.

I despise politics. There is no room for it in a company. My life is going to be way too short to deal with that.

There is a story of an Oxford student who once remarked, “I despise all Americans, but have never met one I didn’t like.”

To my disappointment I now realized that to know all is not to forgive all. It is to despise everybody.

Foolish the doctor who despises the knowledge acquired by the ancients.

Of all our infirmities, the most savage is to despise our being.

If you value a man’s regard, strive with him. As to liking, you like your newspaper – and despise it.