We grow tired of everything but turning others into ridicule, and congratulating ourselves on their defects. – William Hazlitt
Love turns, with a little indulgence, to indifference or disgust hatred alone is immortal. – William Hazlitt
There are few things in which we deceive ourselves more than in the esteem we profess to entertain for our firends. It is little better than a piece of quackery. The truth is, we think of them as we please, that is, as they please or displease us. – William Hazlitt
Even in the common affairs of life, in love, friendship, and marriage, how little security have we when we trust our happiness in the hands of others! – William Hazlitt