We are nearer neighbors to ourselves than the whiteness of snow or the weight of stones are to us: if man does not know himself, how should he know his functions and powers?

We wake sleeping, and sleep waking. I do not see so clearly in my sleep; but as to my being awake, I never found it clear enough and free from clouds.

Vexations may be petty, but they are vexations still.

Why did I love her? Because it was her; because it was me.

The worst condition of humans is when they lose knowledge and control of themselves.

When I play with my cat, who knows whether I do not make her more sport than she makes me?

The honor of the conquest is rated by the difficulty.