Self-love makes our friends appear more or less deserving in proportion to the delight we take in them, and the measures by whichwe judge of their worth depend upon the manner of their conversing with us.

What makes vanity so insufferable to us, is that it hurts our own.

Women find it far more difficult to overcome their inclination to coquetry than to overcome their love.

If we are incapable of finding peace in ourselves, it is pointless to search elsewhere.

We are so accustomed to disguise ourselves to others that in the end we become disguised to ourselves.

We do not lack strength so much as the will to use it; and very often our imagining that things are impossible is nothing but an excuse of our own contriving, to reconcile ourselves to our own idleness.

Jealousy is not love, but self-love.