We often pride ourselves on even the most criminal passions, but envy is a timid and shamefaced passion we never dare to acknowledge.

Chance corrects us of many faults that reason would not know how to correct.

To establish oneself in the world, one does all one can to seem established there already.

The passions often engender their contraries.

The accent of one's birthplace remains in the mind and in the heart as in one's speech.

There is scarcely any man sufficiently clever to appreciate all the evil he does.

In growing old, we become more foolish - and more wise.