No one but yourself knows whether you are cowardly and cruel, or loyal and devout; others do not see you; they surmise you by uncertain conjectures; they perceive not so much your nature as your art.

... whoever believes anything esteems that it is a work of charity to persuade another of it.

If you don't know how to die, don't worry; Nature will tell you what to do on the spot, fully and adequately. She will do this job perfectly for you; don't bother your head about it.

Wise people are foolish if they cannot adapt to foolish people.

Our great and glorious masterpiece is to live appropriately.

The laws of conscience, which we pretend to be derived from nature, proceed from Custom.

It is a rare life that remains orderly even in private.