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A slave has but one master; an ambitious man has as many masters as there are people who may be useful in bettering his position.
Politeness makes one appear outwardly as they should be within.
Children have neither a past nor a future. Thus they enjoy the present, which seldom happens to us.
Love and friendship exclude each other.
Marriage, it seems, confines every man to his proper rank.
Man has but three events in his life: to be born, to live, and to die. He is not conscious of his birth, he suffers at his death and he forgets to live.
Everything has been said, and we are more than seven thousand years of human thought too late.
As favor and riches forsake a man, we discover in him the foolishness they concealed, and which no one perceived before.
Even the best intentioned of great men need a few scoundrels around them; there are some things you cannot ask an honest man to do.
It is fortunate to be of high birth, but it is no less so to be of such character that people do not care to know whether you are or are not.
Liberality consists less in giving a great deal than in gifts well-timed.
We must laugh before we are happy, for fear of dying without having laughed at all.
It is a sad thing when men have neither the wit to speak well nor the judgment to hold their tongues.
The finest pleasure is kindness to others.
A pious man is one who would be an atheist if the king were.
It is a great misfortune neither to have enough wit to talk well nor enough judgment to be silent.
The most delicate, the most sensible of all pleasures, consists in promoting the pleasure of others.
The very essence of politeness seems to be to take care that by our words and actions we make other people pleased with us as well as with themselves.
He who can wait for what he desires takes the course not to be exceedingly grieved if he fails of it; he, on the contrary, who labors after a thing too impatiently thinks the success when it comes is not a recompense equal to all the pains he has been at about it.
How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude!
To endeavor to forget anyone is a certain way of thinking of nothing else.
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