People always complain about their memories, never about their minds.
When a man must force himself to be faithful in his love, this is hardly better than unfaithfulness.
Solemnity is a device of the body to hide the faults of the mind.
Friendship is a traffic wherein self-love always proposes to be the gainer.
We rarely think people have good sense unless they agree with us.
For the credit of virtue we must admit that the greatest misfortunes of men are those into which they fall through their crimes.