Men dissimulate their dearest, most constant, and most virtuous inclination from weakness and a fear of being condemned.
Our failings sometimes bind us to one another as closely as could virtue itself.
All erroneous ideas would perish of their own accord if given clear expression.
Servitude debases men to the point where they end up liking it.
None are more liable to mistakes than those who act only on second thoughts.
Despair is the greatest of our errors.