It seems that nature, which has so wisely disposed our bodily organs with a view to our happiness, has also bestowed on us pride, to spare us the pain of being aware of our imperfections.

However much we may distrust men's sincerity, we always believe they speak to us more sincerely than to others.

Love's greatest miracle is the curing of coquetry.

Passion often makes fools of the wisest men and gives the silliest wisdom.

Philosophy triumphs easily over past evils and future evils, but present evils triumph over it.

We often do shallow good in order to accomplish evil with impunity.

The heart of man ever finds a constant succession of passions, so that the destroying and pulling down of one proves generally tobe nothing else but the production and the setting up of another.