The constancy of sages is nothing but the art of locking up their agitation in their hearts.

We are nearer loving those who hate us than those who love us more than we wish.

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

Things often offer themselves to our mind in a more finished form in the very first thought, than we might have made them by muchart and study.

More men are guilty of treason through weakness than any studied design to betray.

We say little, when vanity does not make us speak.

Youth is a continual intoxication; it is the fever of reason.