We are usually mistaken in esteeming men too much; rarely in esteeming them too little.
Nothing but religion is capable of changing pains into pleasures.
We rise to fortune by successive steps; we descend by only one.
The earliest desire of succeeding is almost always a prognostic of success.
Is it not astonishing that the love of repose keeps us in continual agitation?
Can princes born in palaces be sensible of the misery of those who dwell in cottages?