Tastes in young people are changed by natural impetuosity, and in the aged are preserved by habit.

Chance corrects us of many faults that reason would not know how to correct.

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.

The shame that arises from praise which we do not deserve often makes us do things we should otherwise never have attempted.

In the misfortunes of our best friends we always find something not altogether displeasing to us.

The world is full of pots jeering at kettles.

The reason we do not let our friends see the very bottom of our hearts is not so much distrust of them as distrust of ourselves.