As riches and honor forsake a man, we discover him to be a fool, but nobody could find it out in his prosperity.

It is a great misfortune neither to have enough wit to talk well nor enough judgment to be silent.

Life is a kind of sleep: old men sleep longest, nor begin to wake but when they are to die.

An egotist will always speak of himself, either in praise or in censure, but a modest man ever shuns making himself the subject of his conversation.

This great misfortune, to be incapable of solitude.

We perceive when love begins and when it declines by our embarrassment when alone together.

There is no road too long to the man who advances deliberately and without undue haste; there are no honors too distant to the man who prepares himself for them with patience.