The desire of talking of ourselves, and showing those faults we do not mind having seen, makes up a good part of our sincerity.
Whatever good things people say of us, they tell us nothing new.
One can no more look steadily at death than at the sun.
Timidity is a fault for which it is dangerous to reprove persons whom we wish to correct of it.
It is a species of coquetry to make a parade of never practising it.
A man would rather say evil of himself than say nothing.