Nothing, to my way of thinking, is a better proof of a well-ordered mind than a man's ability to stop just where he is and pass some time in his own company.

Why does no one confess his sins? Because he is yet in them. It is for a man who has awoke from sleep to tell his dreams.

No man esteems anything that comes to him by chance; but when it is governed by reason, it brings credit both to the giver and receiver; whereas those favors are in some sort scandalous that make a man ashamed of his patron.

Who timidly requests invites refusal.

What is true belongs to me!

What's the good of dragging up sufferings which are over, of being unhappy now just because you were then.

Concealed anger is to be feared; but hatred openly manifested destroys its chance of revenge.