There is no pleasure to me without communication: there is not so much as a sprightly thought comes into my mind that it does not grieve me to have produced alone, and that I have no one to tell it to.

There is no passion so contagious as that of fear.

There is no conversation more boring than the one where everybody agrees.

There is little less trouble in governing a private family than a whole kingdom. 

There is a sort of gratification in doing good which makes us rejoice in ourselves.

There is a plague on Man, the opinion that he knows something.

There are some defeats more triumphant than victories.

The worst of my actions or conditions seem not so ugly unto me as I find it both ugly and base not to dare to avouch for them.

The world is but a perpetual see-saw.

The world is all a carcass and vanity, The shadow of a shadow, a play And in one word, just nothing.