The constancy of the wise is only the art of keeping disquietude to one's self.
We pardon to the extent that we love.
Fortune makes our virtues and vices visible, just as light does the objects of sight.
As we grow older we grow both more foolish and wiser at the same time.
The passions often engender their contraries.
It is necessary, in order to know things well, to know the particulars of them; and these, being infinite, make our knowledge eversuperficial and imperfect.