Happiness is in the taste, and not in the things.

Were we perfectly acquainted with the object, we should never passionately desire it.

In misfortune we often mistake dejection for constancy; we bear it without daring to look on it; like cowards, who suffer themselves to be murdered without resistance.

Idleness and fear keeps us in the path of duty, but our virtue often gets the praise.

Whilst weakness and timidity keep us to our duty, virtue has often all the honor.

It is as easy to deceive one's self without perceiving it, as it is difficult to deceive others without their finding out.

True love is like ghosts, which everyone talks about and few have seen.