Perfect courage is to do without witnesses what one would be capable of doing with the world looking on.
Though men are apt to flatter and exalt themselves with their great achievements yet these are in truth very often owing not so much to design as chance.
We come altogether fresh and raw into the several stages of life and often find ourselves without experience despite our years.
One forgives to the degree that one loves.
Philosophy finds it an easy matter to vanquish past and future evils but the present are commonly too hard for it.
The happiness and misery of men depend no less on temper than fortune.
One is never fortunate or as unfortunate as one imagines.
Flattery is a kind of bad money to which our vanity gives us currency.
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.
We have no patience with other people’s vanity because it is offensive to our own.