The souls of emperors and cobblers are cast in the same mould
When all is summed up, a man never speaks of himself without loss; his accusations of himself are always believed; his praises never.
The dispersing and scattering our names into many mouths, we call making them more great.
Repentance is but a denying of our will, and an opposition of our fantasies.
He who lives not to others, lives little to himself.
There are truths on this side of the Pyrenees which are falsehoods on the other