We are so accustomed to disguise ourselves to others that in the end we become disguised to ourselves.

The world more often rewards the appearances of merit than merit itself.

None but great men are capable of having great flaws.

Bodily labor alleviates the pains of the mind and from this arises the happiness of the poor

Things often offer themselves to our mind in a more finished form in the very first thought, than we might have made them by muchart and study.

We do not wish ardently for what we desire only through reason.

The first lover is kept a long while, when no offer is made of a second.