We are never so happy, nor so unhappy, as we suppose ourselves to be.

A man's worth has its season, like fruit.

There are people who in spite of their merit disgust us and others who please us in spite of their faults.

We all have enough strength to endure the misfortunes of others.

Avarice is more directly opposed to thrift than generosity is.

The force we use on ourselves, to prevent ourselves from loving, is often more cruel than the severest treatment at the hands of one loved.

He who lives without folly isn't so wise as he thinks.