Why is it that our memory is good enough to retain the least triviality that happens to us, and yet not good enough to recollect how often we have told it to the same person?

We exaggerate the glory of some men in order to detract from that of others.

The generality of virtuous women are like hidden treasures, they are safe only because nobody has sought after them.

They that apply themselves to trifling matters commonly become incapable of great ones.

We only acknowledge small faults in order to make it appear that we are free from great ones.

We all have enough strength to endure the misfortunes of others.

It is as easy to unknowingly deceive yourself as it is to deceive others.