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.

We easily forget our faults when no one knows them but ourselves.

Folly pursues us at all periods of our lives. If someone seems wise it is only because his follies are proportionate to his age and fortune.

The constancy of sages is nothing but the art of locking up their agitation in their hearts.

A weak mind is the only defect out of our power to mend.

The passions of youth are not more dangerous to health than is the lukewarmness of old age.

It is far better to be deceived than undeceived by those whom we tenderly love.