That man, we may be sure, is a person of true worth, whom those who envy him most are yet forced to praise.

When love becomes labored we welcome an act of infidelity towards ourselves to free us from fidelity.

Avarice misapprehends itself almost always. There is no passion which more often will miss its aim, nor upon which the present has so much influence to the prejudice of the future.

Philosophy finds it an easy matter to vanquish past and future evils, but the present are commonly too hard for it.

Everyone blames his memory, no one blames his judgment.

It is with certain good qualities as with the senses; those who have them not can neither appreciate nor comprehend them in others.

Happiness is in the taste, and not in the things.