Marriage is the only war in which you sleep with the enemy.

Philosophy finds it an easy matter to vanquish past and future evils, but the present are commonly too hard for it.

We often are consoled by our want of reason for misfortunes that reason could not have comforted.

All the passions are nothing else than different degrees of heat and cold of the blood.

The constancy of the wise is only the art of keeping disquietude to one's self.

The extreme pleasure we take in speaking of ourselves should make us apprehensive that it gives hardly any to those who listen to us.

There is a form of eminence which does not depend on fate; it is an air which sets us apart and seems to prtend great things; it is the value which we unconsciously attach to ourselves; it is the quality which wins us deference of others; more than birth, position, or ability, it gives us ascendance.