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

He who lives without folly isn’t so wise as he thinks.

Heat of blood makes young people change their inclinations often, and habit makes old ones keep to theirs a great while.

There are few virtuous women who are not bored with their trade.

True love is like ghosts, which everyone talks about and few have seen.

Hope, deceiving as it is, serves at least to lead us to the end of our lives by an agreeable route.

What makes the pain we feel from shame and jealousy so cutting is that vanity can give us no assistance in bearing them.

It is almost always a fault of one who loves not to realize when he ceases to be loved.

Everyone complains of his memory, and nobody complains of his judgment.

It is easier to know men in general, than men in particular.

We seldom find people ungrateful so long as it is thought we can serve them.

No man is clever enough to know all the evil he does.

Quarrels would not last long if the fault was only on one side.

The principal point of cleverness is to know how to value things just as they deserve.

We should often feel ashamed of our best actions if the world could see all the motives which produced them.

Some people displease with merit, and others’ very faults and defects are pleasing.

No man deserves to be praised for his goodness, who has it not in his power to be wicked. Goodness without that power is generally nothing more than sloth, or an impotence of will.

Throughout the centuries we have projected on to the wolf the qualities we most despise and fear in ourselves.

If my resolution to be a great man was half so strong as it is to despise the shame of being a little one.

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.