People always complain about their memories, never about their minds.

It often happens that things come into the mind in a more finished form than could have been achieved after much study.

Youth is a perpetual intoxication; it is a fever of the mind.

We label judges with having the meanest motives, and yet we desire that our reputation and fame should depend upon the judgment of men, who are all, either from their jealousy or preoccupation or want of intelligence, opposed to us - and yet despite their bias, just for the sake of making these men decide in our favor, we peril in so many ways both our peace and our life.

He who lives without folly isn't so wise as he thinks.

We are never so easily deceived as when we imagine we are deceiving others.

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