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.

We are so accustomed to disguise ourselves to others that in the end we become disguised to ourselves.

Timidity is a fault for which it is dangerous to reprove persons whom we wish to correct of it.

The defects of the mind, like those of the face, grow worse with age.

The only thing that should surprise us is that there are still some things that can surprise us.

We love everything on our own account; we even follow our own taste and inclination when we prefer our friends to ourselves; and yet it is this preference alone that constitutes true and perfect friendship.

Why can we remember the tiniest detail that has happened to us, and not remember how many times we have told it to the same person.