Gratitude, in most men, is only a strong and secret hope of greater favors.

Reconciliation with our enemies is simply a desire to better our condition, a weariness of war, or the fear of some unlucky thing from occurring.

In their early passions women are in love with the lover, later they are in love with love.

The tranquility or agitation of our temper does not depend so much on the big things which happen to us in life, as on the pleasant or unpleasant arrangements of the little things which happen daily.

As we grow older, we increase in folly--and in wisdom.

As long as we love, we can forgive.

Everyone praises his heart, none dare praise their understanding.