We do not like to praise, and seldom praise anyone without self-interest.

True eloquence consists in saying all that should be said, and that only.

There are few people who would not be ashamed of being loved when they love no longer.

In the intercourse of life, we please more by our faults than by our good qualities.

There are two sorts of constancy in love one arises from continually discovering in the loved person new subjects for love, the other arises from our making a merit of being constant.

We do not praise others, ordinarily, but in order to be praised ourselves.

The passions often engender their contraries.