Neither the sun nor death can be looked at steadily.
One can find women who have never had a love affair, but it is rare indeed to find any who have had only one.
Affected simplicity is refined imposture.
If we have not peace within ourselves, it is in vain to seek it from outward sources.
Everyone complains of his lack of memory, but nobody of his want of judgement.
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?
