Most people die from the remedy rather than from the illness.
Perfect reason flees all extremity, and leads one to be wise with sobriety.
There is no rampart that will hold out against malice.
We are all mortals, and each is for himself.
And with his arms crossed he looks pityingly down from his spiritual height on everything that anyone says.
Doubts are more cruel than the worst of truths. It is not only for what we do that we are held responsible, but also for what we do not do. A lover whose passion is extreme loves even the faults of the beloved