We have more indolence in the mind than in the body.

In the human heart one generation of passions follows another; from the ashes of one springs the spark of the next.

When the soul is ruffled by the remains of one passion, it is more disposed to entertain a new one than when it is entirely curedand at rest from all.

It is a species of coquetry to make a parade of never practising it.

Few things are needed to make a wise man happy; nothing can make a fool content; that is why most men are miserable.

There are many predicaments in life that one must be a bit crazy to escape from.

We often in our misfortunes take that for constancy and patience which is only dejection of mind; we suffer without daring to holdup our heads, just as cowards let themselves be knocked on the head because they have not courage to strike back.