It is almost impossible to find those who admire us entirely lacking in taste.

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

Pleasure and satiety live next door to each other.

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

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

The hatred we bear our enemies injures their happiness less than our own.

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