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.
Indeed, history is nothing more than a tableau of crimes and misfortunes.
A good action is preferable to an argument.
Nothing can be more contrary to religion and the clergy than reason and common sense.
Mortals are equal; their mask differs.
Shun idleness. It is rust that attaches itself to the most brilliant metals.