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

Hope and fear are inseparable.

In the human heart there is a ceaseless birth of passions, so that the destruction of one is almost always the establishment of another.

We often make use of envenomed praise, that reveals on the rebound, as it were, defects in those praised which we dare not exposeany other way.

We are lazier in our minds than in our bodies.

All the passions make us commit faults; love makes us commit the most ridiculous ones.

As one grows older, one becomes wiser and more foolish.