Considering how little the beginning or the ceasing to love is in our own power, it is foolish and unreasonable for the lover or his mistress to complain of one another's inconstancy.

History never embraces more than a small part of reality

Sometimes we lose friends for whose loss our regret is greater than our grief, and others for whom our grief is greater than our regret.

No man deserves to be praised for his goodness, who has it not in his power to be wicked. Goodness without that power is generally nothing more than sloth, or an impotence of will.

We always get bored with those whom we bore.

The mind is always the patsy of the heart.

We are more interested in making others believe we are happy than in trying to be happy ourselves.