Happiness Does Not Consist In Things Themselves

Of All Our Faults, The One That We Excuse Most Easily Is Idleness.

Our Own Distrust Gives A Fair Pretence For The Knavery Of Other People.

The Whimsicalness Of Our Own Humor Is A Thousand Times More Fickle And Unaccountable Than What We Blame So Much In Fortune.

A Fool Has Not Material Enough To Be Good. [fr., Un Sot N'a Pas Assez D'etoffe Pour Etre Bon.]

The Clemency Of Princes Is Often But Policy To Win The Affections Of The People.