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

Gratitude is a lively sense of benefits to come.

We are never either so fortunate or so misfortunate as we imagine.

Few things are impracticable in themselves; and it is for want of application, rather than of means, that men fail to succeed.

We are almost always bored by just those whom we must not find boring.

A work can become modern only if it is first postmodern. Postmodernism thus understood is not modernism at its end but in the nascent state, and this state is constant.

It is a mistake to imagine, that the violent passions only, such as ambition and love, can triumph over the rest. Idleness, languid as it is, often masters them all; she influences all our designs and actions, and insensibly consumes and destroys both passions and virtues.