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

The grave is a crucible where memory is purified; we only remember a dead friend by those qualities which make him regretted.

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

We forget the origin of a parvenu if he remembers it; we remember it if he forgets it.

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

Happiness is where we find it, but rarely where we seek it.

Pleasure and satiety live next door to each other.