“I only see clearly what I remember.” — Jean-Jacques Rousseau

The body politic, as well as the human body, begins to die as soon as it is born, and carries itself the causes of its destruction.

We pity in others only the those evils which we ourselves have experienced.

We do not know what is really good or bad fortune.

O love, if I regret the age when one savors you, it is not for the hour of pleasure, but for the one that follows it.