If there is nothing left to desire, there is everything to fear, an unhappy state of happiness.

Everything foreign is respected, partly because it comes from afar, partly because it is ready made and perfect.

The true way is the middle one, halfway between deserving a place and pushing oneself into it.

The sage never seems to know his own merits, for only by not noticing them can you call others' attention to them.

Passion colors all that it touches in its own hues.

I strive to be brief, and I become obscure.

Without courage, wisdom bears no fruit.