As soon as women become ours we are no longer theirs.
He who does not live in some degree for others, hardly lives for himself.
Petty vexations may at times be petty, but still they are vexations. The smallest and most inconsiderable annoyances are the most piercing. As small letters weary the eye most, so the smallest affairs disturb us most.
Que sçais-je?" (What do I know?)
The soul that has no established aim loses itself
Sometimes it is a good choice not to choose at all.