Doubt springs from the mind; faith is the daughter of the soul.

The politics of courtiers resemble their shadows; they cringe and turn with the sun of the day.

In love we are not only liable to betray ourselves, but also the secrets of others.

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

The great chastisement of a knave is not to be known, but to know himself.

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

True courage is like a kite; a contrary wind raises it higher.