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

Nothing is so contagious as example.

Jealousy is not so much the love of another as the love of ourselves.

Nothing is so capable of diminishing self-love as the observation that we disapprove at one time what we approve at another.

The man whom no one pleases is much more unhappy than the man who pleases no one.

The desire of talking of ourselves, and showing those faults we do not mind having seen, makes up a good part of our sincerity.

In love we often doubt what we most believe.