If we never flattered ourselves we should have but scant pleasure.

The constancy of sages is nothing but the art of locking up their agitation in their hearts.

The greatest fault of a penetrating wit is to go beyond the mark.

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

To safeguard one's health at the cost of too strict a diet is a tiresome illness, indeed.

A man does not please long when he has only species of wit.

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