We speak little if not egged on by vanity.

It is from a weakness and smallness of mind that men are opinionated; and we are very loath to believe what we are not able to comprehend.

It is difficult to define love; all we can say is, that in the soul it is a desire to rule, in the mind it is a sympathy, and in the body it is a hidden and delicate wish to possess what we love-Plus many mysteries.

To think to be wise alone is a very great folly.

Our concern for the loss of our friends is not always from a sense of their worth, but rather of our own need of them and that we have lost some who had a good opinion of us.

We often are consoled by our want of reason for misfortunes that reason could not have comforted.

Silence is the best tactic for he who distrusts himself.