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

Commonplace minds usually condemn what is beyond the reach of their understanding.

Only the contemptible fear contempt.

Repentance is not so much remorse for what we have done as the fear of the consequences.

The sicknesses of the soul have their ups and downs like those of the body; what we take to be a cure is most often merely a respite or change of disease.

Everyone blames his memory, no one blames his judgment.

There are good marriages, but there are no delightful ones.