Our hopes, often though they deceive us, lead us pleasantly along the path of life.

We make promises to the extent that we hope-and keep them to the extent that we fear.

Everyone agrees that a secret should be kept intact, but everyone does not agree as to the nature and importance of secrecy. Too often we consult ourselves as to what we should say, what we should leave unsaid. There are few permanent secrets, and the scruple against revealing them will not last forever.

We can be more clever than one, but not more clever than all.

Some men are so full of themselves that when they fall in love, they amuse themselves rather with their own passion than with theperson they love.

Our greediness so often troubles us, making us run after so many things at the same time, that while we too eagerly look after the least we miss the greatest.

It is easier to be wise for others than for ourselves.