“When our hatred is violent, it sinks us even beneath those we hate.”
“Nothing so much prevents our being natural as the desire to seem so.”
“Humility is often a false front we employ to gain power over others.”
“There is only one kind of love, but there are a thousand imitations.”
“If I advance, follow me! If I retreat, kill me! If I die, avenge me!”
“It is a wearisome disease to preserve health by too strict a regimen.”
“It is for want of application, rather than of means that people fail,”
“We promise according to our hopes and perform according to our fears.”
“Too great a hurry to discharge an obligation is a kind of ingratitude.”
“Honest people will respect us for our merit: the public, for our luck.”
“The happiness and misery of men depend no less on temper than fortune.”
“Silence is the safest course for any man to adopt who distrust himself.”
“In most of mankind gratitude is merely a secret hope of further favors.”
“We think very few people sensible, except those who are of our opinion.”
“True love is like ghosts, which everybody talks about and few have seen.”
“It is more shameful to distrust our friends than to be deceived by them.”
“True eloquence consists in saying all that should be said, and that only.”
“We are more often treacherous, through weakness than through calculation.”
“The sure mark of one born with noble qualities is being born without envy.”
“The sure way to be cheated is to think one's self more cunning than others.”
“We seldom find people ungrateful so long as it is thought we can serve them.”
“Everyone complains of the badness of his memory, but nobody of his judgment.”
“Chance corrects us of many faults that reason would not know how to correct.”
“Nothing prevents one from appearing natural as the desire to appear natural.”
“Our actions are like the terminations of verses, which we rhyme as we please.”
“We seldom find any person of good sense, except those who share our opinions.”
“We often forgive those who bore us, but we cannot forgive those whom we bore.”
“When a man finds no peace within himself, it is useless to seek it elsewhere.”
“Old age is a tyrant, who forbids, under pain of death, the pleasures of youth.”
“We only confess our little faults to persuade people that we have no big ones.”