We have not enough strength to follow all our reason.
There are but very few men clever enough to know all the mischief they do.
Hope, deceitful as it is, carries us through life agreeably enough.
We all have enough strength to endure the misfortunes of others.
Why is it that our memory is good enough to retain the least triviality that happens to us, and yet not good enough to recollect how often we have told it to the same person?
It is not enough that we should succeed, but our friends must fail as well.
We have not strength enough to follow our reason so far as it would carry us.
A fool has not material enough to be good. [Fr., Un sot n'a pas assez d'etoffe pour etre bon.]