There are fine things that are more brilliant when they are unfinished than when finished too much.

Chance corrects us of many faults that reason would not know how to correct.

Things often offer themselves to our mind in a more finished form in the very first thought, than we might have made them by muchart and study.

Some counterfeits reproduce so very well the truth that it would be a flaw of judgment not to be deceived by them.

The caprice of our temper is even more whimsical than that of Fortune.

If one judges love according to the greatest part of the effects it produces, it would appear to resemble rather hatred than kindness.

The height of ability consists in a thorough knowledge of the real value of things, and of the genius of the age in which we live.