In the human heart there is a ceaseless birth of passions, so that the destruction of one is almost always the establishment of another.

Jealousy is always born with love, but does not die with it. In jealousy there is more of self-love than of love to another.

We all have enough strength to endure the misfortunes of others.

Consolation for unhappiness can often be found in a certain satisfaction we get from looking unhappy.

A small degree of wit, accompanied by good sense, is less tiresome in the long run than a great amount of wit without it.

Our aversion to lying is commonly a secret ambition to make what we say considerable, and have every word received with a religious respect.

To awaken a man who is deceived as to his own merit is to do him as bad a turn as that done to the Athenian madman who was happy in believing that all the ships touching at the port belonged to him.