We easily forget our faults when no one knows them but ourselves.
As long as we love, we can forgive.
There is only one kind of love, but there are a thousand imitations.
Jealousy contains more of self-love than of love.
It is great folly to wish to be wise all alone.
We often in our misfortunes take that for constancy and patience which is only dejection of mind; we suffer without daring to holdup our heads, just as cowards let themselves be knocked on the head because they have not courage to strike back.