There is an excess both in happiness and misery above our power of sensation.

The accent of a man's native country remains in his mind and his heart, as it does in his speech.

If there be a love pure and free from the admixture of our other passions, it is that which lies hidden in the bottom of our heart, and which we know not ourselves.

There is great skill in knowing how to conceal one's skill.

Men more easily renounce their interests than their tastes.

It is with true love as it is with ghosts; everyone talks about it, but few have seen it.

Pity is often a reflection of our own evils in the ills of others. It is a delicate foresight of the troubles into which we may fall.