We are easily comforted for the misfortunes of our friends, when those misfortunes give us an occasion of expressing our affection and solicitude.

We feel good and ill only in proportion to our self-love.

Sometimes there is equal or more ability in knowing how to use good advice than there is in giving it.

Treachery is more often the effect of weakness than of a formed design.

If we judge love by most of its effects, it resembles rather hatred than affection.

Nothing ought in reason to mortify our self-satisfaction more that the considering that we condemn at one time what we highly approve and commend at another.

Ridicule dishonours more than dishonour.