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.

Men's happiness and misery depends altogether as much upon their own humor as it does upon fortune.

All the passions are nothing else than different degrees of heat and cold of the blood.

When our hatred is violent, it sinks us even beneath those we hate.

Though nature be ever so generous, yet can she not make a hero alone. Fortune must contribute her part too; and till both concur, the work cannot be perfected.

To think to be wise alone is a very great folly.

Women know not the whole of their coquetry.