One is never fortunate or as unfortunate as one imagines.

One can no more look steadily at death than at the sun.

When a man must force himself to be faithful in his love, this is hardly better than unfaithfulness.

Perfect valour consists in doing without witnesses that which we would be capable of doing before everyone.

Only the contemptible fear contempt.

Even women are perfect at the outset.

There are two things which Man cannot look at directly without flinching: the sun and death.