How deceitful hope may be, yet she carries us on pleasantly to the end of life.

It is praiseworthy even to attempt a great action.

There is no praise we have not lavished upon prudence; and yet she cannot assure to us the most trifling event.

Were we not proud ourselves, we should not complain of the pride of others.

The fondness or indifference that the philosophers expressed for life was merely a preference inspired by their self-love, and will no more bear reasoning upon than the relish of the palate or the choice of colors.

Some men are so full of themselves that when they fall in love, they amuse themselves rather with their own passion than with theperson they love.

Love can no more continue without a constant motion than fire can; and when once you take hope and fear away, you take from it its very life and being.