Why do we discover faults so much more readily than perfection.

If we could have a little patience, we should escape much mortification; time takes away as much as it gives.

The ideal beauty is a fugitive which is never found.

There is nobody who is not dangerous for someone.

We like so much to hear people talk of us and of our motives, that we are charmed even when they abuse us.

. . . it seldom happens, I think, that a man has the civility to die when all the world wishes it.