Happy people rarely correct their faults; they consider themselves vindicated, since fortune endorses their evil ways.

The moderation of men in the most exalted fortunes is a desire to be thought above those things that have raised them so high.

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.

He is a truly virtuous man who wishes always to be open to the observation of honest men.

All who know their own minds know not their own hearts.

The only good copies are those which make us see the absurdity of bad originals.

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?