Neither the sun nor death can be looked at steadily.
Pride indemnifies itself and loses nothing even when it casts away vanity.
Reconciliation with our enemies is simply a desire to better our condition, a weariness of war, or the fear of some unlucky thing from occurring.
Death and the sun are not to be looked at steadily.
Nothing is given so profusely as advice.
Even the most disinterested love is, after all, but a kind of bargain, in which self-love always proposes to be the gainer one wayor another.