What is called liberality is often merely the vanity of giving.

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

Reason alone is insufficient to make us enthusiastic in any matter.

We are so used to dissembling with others that in time we come to deceive and dissemble with ourselves.

Gratitude, in most men, is only a strong and secret hope of greater favors.

Fortune cures us of many faults that reason could not.

Everyone complains of his memory, and nobody complains of his judgment.