It is praiseworthy even to attempt a great action.

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

It is with true love as it is with ghosts; everyone talks about it, but few have seen it.

Only the contemptible fear contempt.

Why is it that our memory is good enough to retain the least triviality that happens to us, and yet not good enough to recollect how often we have told it to the same person?

We easily forget our faults when no one knows them but ourselves.

Jealousy is nothing more than a fear of abandonment