Sexes. One has the look of a wound, the other of something skinned.
There are people who are virtuous only in a piece-meal way; virtue is a fabric from which they never make themselves a whole garment.
What can one possibly introduce into a mind that is already full, and full of itself?
Luckily, I never feel at one time more than half my pains.
The talkative man speaks from his mouth, the eloquent man speaks from his heart.
We are all of us more or less echoes, repeating involuntarily the virtues, the defects, the movements, and the characters of those among whom we live.