Every place swarms with commentaries; of authors there is great scarcity.

Of all our infirmities, the most savage is to despise our being.

Man (in good earnest) is a marvellous vain, fickle, and unstable subject, and on whom it is very hard to form any certain and uniform judgment.

There is nothing of evil in life for him who rightly comprehends that death is no evil; to know how to die delivers us from all subjection and constraint.

Disappointment and feebleness imprint upon us a cowardly and valetudinarian virtue.

Gentleness and repose are paramount to everything else in woman.

Unless a man feels he has a good enough memory, he should never venture to lie.