It is almost always a fault of one who loves not to realize when he ceases to be loved.

We would rather see those to whom we do good, than those who do good to us.

The accent of one's birthplace remains in the mind and in the heart as in one's speech.

The prospect of being pleased tomorrow will never console me for the boredom of today.

Some disguised deceits counterfeit truth so perfectly that not to be taken in by them would be an error of judgment.

If we have not peace within ourselves, it is in vain to seek it from outward sources.

When the soul is ruffled by the remains of one passion, it is more disposed to entertain a new one than when it is entirely curedand at rest from all.