We forget our faults easily when they are known to ourselves alone.

It is not in the power of even the most crafty dissimulation to conceal love long, where it really is, nor to counterfeit it long where it is not.

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

There is scarcely any man sufficiently clever to appreciate all the evil he does.

Politeness of the mind is to have delicate thoughts

Those who are condemned to death affect sometimes a constancy and contempt for death which is only the fear of facing it; so that one may say that this constancy and contempt are to their mind what the bandage is to their eyes.

What makes lovers never tire of one another is that they talk always about themselves.