We run carelessly to the precipice, after we have put something before us to prevent us seeing it.

Little things console us because little things afflict us

When we are in love we seem to ourselves quite different from what we were before.

A trifle consoles us, for a trifle distresses us.

It is not only old and early impressions that deceive us; the charms of novelty have the same power

We implore the mercy of God, not that He may leave us at peace in our vices, but that He may deliver us from them