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.

Our hopes, often though they deceive us, lead us pleasantly along the path of life.

Love is one and the same in the original; but there are a thousand different copies of it.

Our minds are lazier than our bodies.

Men are inconsolable concerning the treachery of their friends or the deceptions of their enemies; and yet they are often very highly satisfied to be both deceived and betrayed by their own selves.

He who lives without folly isn't so wise as he thinks.

Perfect courage is to do without witnesses what one would be capable of doing with the world looking on.