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 have not enough strength to follow all our reason.

None but the contemptible are apprehensive of contempt.

The less you trust others, the less you will be deceived.

Every one complains of a poor memory, no one of a weak judgment.

It is easy to be wise on behalf of others than to be so for ourselves.

It is impossible to love a second time what we have really ceased to love.