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.

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.

It is easier to appear worthy of a position one does not hold, than of the office which one fills.

One forgives to the degree that one loves.

Many young persons believe themselves natural when they are only impolite and coarse.

What is called liberality is often merely the vanity of giving.

All women seem by nature to be coquettes.