When our hatred is violent, it sinks us even beneath those we hate.

Generally speaking, we would make a good bargain by renouncing all the good that people say of us, upon condition they would say no ill.

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

Our greediness so often troubles us, making us run after so many things at the same time, that while we too eagerly look after the least we miss the greatest.

If we had no faults, we would not derive so much pleasure from noting those of other people.

Solemnity is a device of the body to hide the faults of the mind.

Too great refinement is false delicacy, and true delicacy is solid refinement.