In misfortune we often mistake dejection for constancy; we bear it without daring to look on it; like cowards, who suffer themselves to be murdered without resistance.

We give advice, but we cannot give the wisdom to profit by it.

We easily forgive our friends those faults that do no affect us ourselves.

Passion often makes fools of the wisest men and gives the silliest wisdom.

Youth is a perpetual intoxication; it is a fever of the mind.

Fortune never appears so blind as to those to whom she does no good.

Passion makes idiots of the cleverest men, and makes the biggest idiots clever.