If it were not for poetry, few men would ever fall in love.

Nature seems at each man's birth to have marked out the bounds of his virtues and vices, and to have determined how good or how wicked that man shall be capable of being.

Whatever discoveries we may have made in the regions of self-love, there still remain many unknown lands.

Whatever ignominy or disgrace we have incurred, it is almost always in our power to reestablish our reputation.

Generally speaking, we would make a good bargain by renouncing all the good that people say of us, upon condition they would say no ill.

It is more often from pride than from ignorance that we are so obstinately opposed to current opinions; we find the first places taken, and we do not want to be the last.

No accidents are so unlucky [bad] but that the wise may draw some advantage [good] from them.