Contact with the world either breaks or hardens the heart.

It's a question of prudence. Nobody has a high opinion of fishwives but who would dare offend them while walking through the fish market.

People are governed with the head; kindness of heart is little use in chess.

Someone described Providence as the baptismal name of chance; no doubt some pious person will retort that chance is the nickname of Providence.

Where violence reigns, reason is weak.

Love is more pleasant than marriage for the same reason that novels are more amusing than history.

Stupidity would not be absolute stupidity did it not fear intelligence.