Doubt is not a very agreeable status, but certainty is a ridiculous one.

All styles are good except the tiresome kind.

The wicked can have only accomplices, the voluptuous have companions in debauchery, self-seekers have associates, the politic assemble the factions, the typical idler has connections, princes have courtiers. Only the virtuous have friends.

He shines in the second rank, who is eclipsed in the first.

The true triumph of reason is that it enables us to get along with those who do not possess it.

Is there anyone so wise as to learn by the experience of others?

The darkness is at its deepest. Just before the sunrise.