Adversity, which makes us indulgent to others, renders them severe towards us.

Perfect servants would be the worst of all for certain masters, whose happiness consists in finding fault with them.

There are some errors so sweet that we repent them only to bring them to memory.

The virtuous woman flees from danger; she trusts more to her prudence in shunning it than in her strength to overcome it.

It is more pitiable once to have been rich than not to be rich now.

That experience which does not make us better makes us worse.

A pedant holds more to instruct us with what he knows, than of what we are ignorant.