That which makes the vanity of others unbearable to us is that which wounds our own.
To safeguard one's health at the cost of too strict a diet is a tiresome illness, indeed.
The caprice of our temper is even more whimsical than that of Fortune.
Quarrels would not last long if the fault was only on one side.
The defects of the mind, like those of the face, grow worse with age.
If it were not for poetry, few men would ever fall in love.