Very few people are acquainted with death. They undergo it, commonly, not so much out of resolution as custom and insensitivity; and most men die because they cannot help it.

Youth is a perpetual intoxication; it is a fever of the mind.

A certain harmony should be kept between actions and ideas if we want to fully develop the effects they can produce.

When our hatred is too alive puts us below what we hate.

A weak mind is the only defect out of our power to mend.

However great the advantages given us by nature, it is not she alone, but fortune with her, which makes heroes.

We seldom find people ungrateful so long as it is thought we can serve them.