The distempers of the soul have their relapses, as many and as dangerous as those of the body; and what we take for a perfect cureis generally either an abatement of the same disease or the changing of that for another.

In the misfortunes of our best friends we always find something not altogether displeasing to us.

The most subtle of our acts is to simulate blindness for snares that we know are set for us.

The qualities we have, make us so ridiculous as those which we affect.

Perfect valour consists in doing without witnesses that which we would be capable of doing before everyone.

Too great haste to repay an obligation is a kind of ingratitude.

Ridicule dishonours more than dishonour.