The passions often engender their contraries.

In misfortune we often mistake dejection for constancy; we bear it without daring to look on it; like cowards, who suffer themselves to be murdered without resistance.

Eloquence resides as much in the tone of voice, in the eyes, and in the expression of the face, as in the choice of words.

There is merit without rank, but there is no rank without some merit.

Our self-love can less bear to have our tastes than our opinions condemned.

There are several remedies which will cure love, but there are no infallible ones.

Death, like the sun, cannot be looked at steadily.