If there be a love pure and free from the admixture of our other passions, it is that which lies hidden in the bottom of our heart, and which we know not ourselves.

Sometimes accidents happen in life from which we have need of a little madness to extricate ourselves successfully

A respectable man may love madly, but not foolishly.

Quarrels would not last long if the fault was only on one side.

Without humility, we keep all our defects; and they are only crusted over by pride, which conceals them from others, and often from ourselves.

We torment ourselves rather to make it appear that we are happy than to become so.

It is the prerogative of great men only to have great defects.