Our self-love can less bear to have our tastes than our opinions condemned.

Philosophy easily triumphs over past and future ills; but present ills triumph over philosophy.

We often brag that we are never bored with ourselves, and are so vain as never to think ourselves bad company.

True friendship destroys envy, and true love destroys coquetterie.

Moderation is an ostentatious proof of our strength of character.

Too great refinement is false delicacy, and true delicacy is solid refinement.

What renders us so changeable in our friendship is, that it is difficult to know the qualities of the soul, but easy to know those of the mind.