To believe with certainty, we must begin with doubting.

It is hardly possible to suspect another without having in one's self the seeds of baseness the party is accused of.

He who fears death dies every time he thinks of it.

Can princes born in palaces be sensible of the misery of those who dwell in cottages?

Is it not astonishing that the love of repose keeps us in continual agitation?

Gaiety is the soul's health; sadness is its poison.

There are few defects in our nature so glaring as not to be veiled from observation by politeness and good-breeding.