The passions often engender their contraries.

We are better pleased to see those on whom we confer benefits than those from whom we receive them.

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 think very few people sensible, except those who are of our opinion.

Some men are like ballads, that are in everyone's mouth a little while.

The most violent passions sometimes leave us at rest, but vanity agitates us constantly.

A woman often thinks she regrets the lover, when she only regrets the love.