In growing old, we become more foolish - and more wise.
We often act treacherously more from weakness than from a fixed motive.
Youth is a perpetual intoxication; it is a fever of the mind.
The virtues and vices are all put in motion by interest.
Every one complains of a poor memory, no one of a weak judgment.
It is difficult to like those whom we do not esteem; but it is no less so to like those whom we esteem more than ourselves.