Love can no more continue without a constant motion than fire can; and when once you take hope and fear away, you take from it its very life and being.

We often are consoled by our want of reason for misfortunes that reason could not have comforted.

People are more slanderous from vanity than from malice.

Οur own distrust somewhat justifies the deceit of others.

As it is the characteristic of great wits to say much in few words, so small wits seem to have the gift of speaking much and saying nothing.

All the passions make us commit faults; love makes us commit the most ridiculous ones.

To understand matters rightly we should understand their details; and as that knowledge is almost infinite, our knowledge is always superficial and imperfect.