Why we hate with so much bitterness those who deceive us is because they think themselves more clever than we are.
Francois de La Rochefoucauld
Nature seems at each man's birth to have marked out the bounds of his virtues and vices, and to have determined how good or how wicked that man shall be capable of being.
There is many a virtuous woman weary of her trade.
Silence is the safest course for any man to adopt who distrust himself.
In the misfortunes of our best friends we always find something not altogether displeasing to us.
Neither the sun, nor death can be looked at steadily.