If one does not reflect, one thinks oneself master of everything; but when one does reflect, one realizes that one is master of nothing.
You write your name in the snow Yet say nothing.
All the reasonings of men are not worth one sentiment of women.
Life is bristling with thorns, and I know no other remedy than to cultivate one's garden.
What is tolerance? It is the consequence of humanity.
This self-love is the instrument of our preservation; it resembles the provision for the perpetuity of mankind: it is necessary, it is dear to us, it gives us pleasure, and we must conceal it.