Let us not complain against men because otheir rudeness, their ingratitude, their injustice, their arrogance, their love oself, their forgetfulness oothers. They are so made. Such is their nature.

One should never risk a joke, even of the mildest and most unexceptional charters, except among people of culture and wit.

That man is good who does good to others; if he suffers on account of the good he does, he is very good; if he suffers at the hands of those to whom he has done good, then his goodness is so great that it could be enhanced only by greater sufferings; and if he should die at their hands, his virtue can go no further: it is heroic, it is perfect.

In Friendship we only see those faults which may be prejudicial to our friends. In love we see no faults but those by which we suffer ourselves.

Men blush less for their crimes than for their weaknesses and vanity.

A coxcomb is one whom simpletons believe to be a man of merit.

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