good and evil travel on the same road, but they leave different impressions.

Fortune is always on the side of the largest battalions.

It is not always sorrow that opens the fountains of the eyes.

. . . long journeys are strange things: if we were always to continue in the same mind we are in at the end of a journey, we should never stir from the place we were then in . . .

When I step into this library, I cannot understand why I ever step out of it.

We are so fond of hearing ourselves spoken of, that, be it good or ill, it is still pleasing.

Happiness, like misfortunes, never comes alone.