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.

The moderation of people in prosperity is the effect of a smooth and composed temper, owing to the calm of their good fortune.

Nothing hinders a thing from being natural so much as the straining ourselves to make it seem so.

Nothing should lessen our satisfaction with ourselves as much as when we notice that we disapprove of something at one time that we approve of at another time.

Timidity is a fault for which it is dangerous to reprove persons whom we wish to correct of it.

Eloquence resides as much in the tone of voice, in the eyes, and in the expression of the face, as in the choice of words.

The violence done us by others is often less painful than that which we do to ourselves.