There is a kind of love, the excess of which forbids jealousy.

We often forgive those who bore us, but we cannot forgive those whom we bore.

When our vices leave us, we like to imagine it is we who are leaving them.

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

We love everything on our own account; we even follow our own taste and inclination when we prefer our friends to ourselves; and yet it is this preference alone that constitutes true and perfect friendship.

Virtue would go far if vanity did not keep it company.

Wisdom is the mind what health is to the body.