A hair shirt does not always render those chaste who wear it.

He who lives not to others, lives little to himself.

A man never speaks of himself without losing something. What he says in his disfavor is always beleived, but when he commends himself, he arouses mistrust.

My trade and art is to live.

When we have got it, we want something else.

I see men ordinarily more eager to discover a reason for things than to find out whether the things are so.

Even from their infancy we frame them to the sports of love: their instruction, behavior, attire, grace, learning and all their words azimuth only at love, respects only affection. Their nurses and their keepers imprint no other thing in them.