There are certain moments when we might wish the future were built by men of the past.

It is sometimes well for a blatant error to draw attention to overmodest truths.

We find it easy to believe that praise is sincere: why should anyone lie in telling us the truth?

I think I am one of those who can manage not to take on a completely different appearance under their own glance.

We give others praise which we ourselves don't believe, as long as they respond with praise we can believe.

There are certain moments when we might wish the future were built by men of the past.

I should have no use for a paradise in which I should be deprived of the right to prefer hell.