The intention of never deceiving often exposes us to deception.

The truest way to be deceived is to think oneself more knowing than others.

We are nearer loving those who hate us than those who love us more than we wish.

When our hatred is too bitter it places us below those whom we hate.

Why can we remember the tiniest detail that has happened to us, and not remember how many times we have told it to the same person.

Nothing is impossible; there are ways that lead to everything, and if we had sufficient will we should always have sufficient means. It is often merely for an excuse that we say things are impossible.