Nothing weighs on us so heavily as a secret.
Our condition never satisfies us; the present is always the worst. Though Jupiter should grant his request to each, we should continue to importune him.
From a distance it is something; and nearby it is nothing.
The good, we do it; the evil, that is fortune; man is always right, and destiny always wrong.
It is impossible to please all the world and one's father.
We heed no instincts but our own.