None but great men are capable of having great flaws.

The most brilliant fortunes are often not worth the littleness required to gain them.

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

There is great skill in knowing how to conceal one's skill.

We have more ability than will power, and it is often an excuse to ourselves that we imagine that things are impossible.

Love of fame, fear of disgrace, schemes for advancement, desire to make life comfortable and pleasant, and the urge to humiliate others are often at the root of the valour men hold in such high esteem.

In misfortune we often mistake dejection for constancy; we bear it without daring to look on it; like cowards, who suffer themselves to be murdered without resistance.