Virtue is to the soul what health is tot he body.

Honest people will respect us for our merit: the public, for our luck.

It is praiseworthy even to attempt a great action.

Were we faultless, we would not derive such satisfaction from remarking the faults of others.

We rarely ever perceive others as being sensible, except for those who agree with us.

Perhaps being old is having lighted rooms inside your head, and people in them, acting. People you know, yet can't quite name.

Considering how little the beginning or the ceasing to love is in our own power, it is foolish and unreasonable for the lover or his mistress to complain of one another's inconstancy.