We sometimes condemn the present, by praising the past; and show our contempt of what is now, by our esteem for what is no more.
Sometimes in life situations develop that only the half-crazy can get out of.
We are sometimes as different from ourselves as we are from others.
We sometimes differ more widely from ourselves than we do from others.
Those who are condemned to death affect sometimes a constancy and contempt for death which is only the fear of facing it; so that one may say that this constancy and contempt are to their mind what the bandage is to their eyes.
The most violent passions sometimes leave us at rest, but vanity agitates us constantly.
Being a blockhead is sometimes the best security against being cheated by a man of wit.
Criticism sometimes is really praise, and praise sometimes slander.
Wit sometimes enables us to act rudely with impunity.
Sometimes there are accidents in our lives the skillful extrication from which demands a little folly.
Sometimes a fool has talent, but never judgment.
Passions often produce their contraries: avarice sometimes leads to prodigality, and prodigality to avarice; we are often obstinate through weakness and daring through timidity.
The rust of business is sometimes polished off in a camp; but never in a court.
Sometimes we meet a fool with wit, never one with discretion.
The dullness of certain people is sometimes a sufficient security against the attack of an artful man.