We Rarely Think People Have Good Sense

We Sometimes Think That We Hate Flattery, But We Only Hate The Manner In Which It Is Done. [fr., On Croit Quelquefoir Hair La Flatterie; Maid On Ne Hait Que A Maniere De Flatter.]

Perfect Valor Is To Do, Without A Witness, All That We Could Do Before The Whole World.

We Acknowledge Our Faults In Order To Repair By Our Sincerity The Damage They Have Done Us In The Eyes Of Others.

Whatever Pretext We May Give For Our Affections, Often It Is Only Interest And Vanity Which Cause Them.

We Bear, All Of Us, The Misfortunes Of Other People With Heroic Constancy.