Indolence, languid as it is, often masters both passions and virtues.

Not all those who know their minds know their hearts as well.

However great the advantages given us by nature, it is not she alone, but fortune with her, which makes heroes.

Reconciliation with our enemies is simply a desire to better our condition, a weariness of war, or the fear of some unlucky thing from occurring.

We are lazier in our minds than in our bodies.

Our own distrust gives a fair pretence for the knavery of other people.

We exaggerate the glory of some men in order to detract from that of others.