All who know their own minds know not their own hearts.

We do not lack strength so much as the will to use it; and very often our imagining that things are impossible is nothing but an excuse of our own contriving, to reconcile ourselves to our own idleness.

The only good imitations are those that poke fun at bad originals.

There is an excess both in happiness and misery above our power of sensation.

It is a common fault never to be satisfied with our fortune, nor dissatisfied with our understanding.

Sometimes, occasions occur in life which demand you to be a little foolish in order to skillfully extricate yourself.

In growing old, we become more foolish - and more wise.