The soul languishing in obscurity contracts a kind of rust, or abandons itself to the chimera of presumption; for it is natural for it to acquire something, even when separated from any one.
That which prematurely arrives at perfection soon perishes.
The pretended admission of a fault on our part creates an excellent impression.
She abounds with lucious faults.
Fear of the future is worse than one's present fortune.
The obscurity of a writer is generally in proportion to his incapacity.