Bravery in simple soldiers is a dangerous trade, to which they have bound themselves to get their livelihood.

We exaggerate the glory of some men in order to detract from that of others.

The truest comparison we can make of love is to liken it to a fever; we have no more power over the one than the other, either as to its violence or duration.

Those who are condemned to death affect sometimes a constancy and contempt for death which is only the fear of facing it; so that one may say that this constancy and contempt are to their mind what the bandage is to their eyes.

Cunning and treachery are the offspring of incapacity.

It is most difficult to speak when we are ashamed of being silent.

Nothing ought in reason to mortify our self-satisfaction more that the considering that we condemn at one time what we highly approve and commend at another.