There is such a thing as a general revolution which changes the taste of men as it changes the fortunes of the world.

All men are equally proud. The only difference is that not all take the same methods of showing it.

We are so used to dissembling with others that in time we come to deceive and dissemble with ourselves.

The force we use on ourselves, to prevent ourselves from loving, is often more cruel than the severest treatment at the hands of one loved.

We would rather speak ill of ourselves than not talk about ourselves at all.

We frequently do good in order to enable us to do evil later with impunity exemption of punishment.

Everyone blames his memory, no one blames his judgment.