There Are Heroes In Evil As Well

Timidity Is A Fault For Which It Is Dangerous To Reprove Persons Whom We Wish To Correct Of It.

Love Is To The Soul Of Him Who Loves, What The Soul Is To The Body Which It Animates.

There Are People Who In Spite Of Their Merit Disgust Us And Others Who Please Us In Spite Of Their Faults.

When Our Hatred Is Violent, It Sinks Us Even Beneath Those We Hate.

We Do Not Praise Others, Ordinarily, But In Order To Be Praised Ourselves.