Without big words, how could many people say small things?

We find ourselves less witty in remembering what we have said than in dreaming of what we would have said.

Some delicate matters must be treated like pins, because if they are not seized by the right end, we get pricked.

Our virtues live upon our incomes; our vices consume our capital.

Public opinion is a courtesan, whom we seek to please without respecting.

There are wounds of self-love which one does not confess to one's dearest friends.

Pleasure limps for him. who enjoys it alone.