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.

Humility is the altar upon which God wishes that we should offer Him His sacrifices.

Happiness is in the taste, and not in the things themselves; we are happy from possessing what we like, not from possessing what others like.

In friendship, as in love, we are often more happy from the things we are ignorant of than from those we are acquainted with.

Female gossips are generally actuated by active ignorance.

Only the contemptible fear contempt.

No man is clever enough to know all the evil he does.