It is a common fault never to be satisfied with our fortune, nor dissatisfied with our understanding.

We are so used to dissembling with others that in time we come to deceive and dissemble with ourselves.

Our virtues are often, in reality, no better than vices disguised.

We have not strength enough to follow our reason so far as it would carry us.

The older a fool is, the worse he is.

Sometimes accidents happen in life from which we have need of a little madness to extricate ourselves successfully

It appears that nature has hid at the bottom of our hearts talents and abilities unknown to us. It is only the passions that have the power of bringing them to light, and sometimes give us views more true and more perfect than art could possibly do.