Those that have had great passions esteem themselves for the rest of their lives fortunate and unfortunate in being cured of them.

We often act treacherously more from weakness than from a fixed motive.

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

Weakness is the only fault that is incorrigible.

Only the contemptible fear contempt.

It is more difficult for a man to be faithful to his mistress when he is favored than when he is ill treated by her.

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.