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

One is never as happy or as unhappy as one thinks.

Our merit gains us the esteem of the virtuous-our star that of the public.

If it were not for the company of fools, a witty man would often be greatly at a loss.

There are various sorts of curiosity; one is from interest, which makes us desire to know that which may be useful to us; and the other, from pride which comes from the wish to know what others are ignorant of.

People are often vain of their passions, even of the worst, but envy is a passion so timid and shame-faced that no one ever dare avow her.

There are some people who would never have fallen in love if they had not heard there was such a thing.