The truest comparison we can make of love is to liken it to a fever; we have no more power over the one than the other, either as to its violence or duration.

It is as easy to deceive one's self without perceiving it, as it is difficult to deceive others without their finding out.

We sometimes differ more widely from ourselves than we do from others.

We are always bored by the very people by whom it is vital not to be bored.

None but great men are capable of having great flaws.

Funeral pomp is more for the vanity of the living than for the honor of the dead.

Some men are like ballads, that are in everyone's mouth a little while.