One is never fortunate or as unfortunate as one imagines.
When our vices leave us, we like to imagine it is we who are leaving them.
A man often imagines that he acts, when he is acted upon.
Fortunate persons hardly ever amend their ways: they always imagine that they are in the right when fortune upholds their bad conduct.
We cannot possibly imagine the variety of contradictions in every heart.
We have more ability than will power, and it is often an excuse to ourselves that we imagine that things are impossible.
We are never either so fortunate or so misfortunate as we imagine.