It is often laziness and timidity that keep us within our duty while virtue gets all the credit.

Heat of blood makes young people change their inclinations often, and habit makes old ones keep to theirs a great while.

We often pardon those that annoy us, but we cannot pardon those we annoy.

How is it that we remember the least triviality that happens to us, and yet not remember how often we have recounted it to the same person?

Hypocrisy is the homage vice pays to virtue.

Hope, deceiving as it is, serves at least to lead us to the end of our lives by an agreeable route.