Jealousy is bred in doubts. When those doubts change into certainties, then the passion either ceases or turns absolute madness.

Plato is dear to me but dearer still is truth.

Expectation is the root of all heartache.

Everything is changeable, everything appears and disappears, there is no blissful peace until one passes beyond the agony of life and death.

To be good is noble, but to show others how to be good is nobler and no trouble.

What I hear I forget. What I see I remember. What I do I understand.

People who read the tabloids deserve to be lied to.

There is a luxury in self-reproach. When we blame ourselves, we feel no one else has a right to blame us.

Love is the triumph of imagination over intelligence.

Why was I born with such contemporaries?

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