Some people are like popular songs that you only sing for a short time.

When our hatred is violent, it sinks us even beneath those we hate.

In misfortune we often mistake dejection for constancy; we bear it without daring to look on it; like cowards, who suffer themselves to be murdered without resistance.

Our self-love can less bear to have our tastes than our opinions condemned.

Interest blinds some people, and enlightens others.

It is often laziness and timidity that keep us within our duty while virtue gets all the credit.

As love increases, prudence diminishes.