To boast that one never flirts is actually a kind of flirtation.

Great souls are not those who have fewer passions and more virtues than others, but only those who have greater designs.

Everyone complains of his memory, and nobody complains of his judgment.

Men and things have each their proper perspective; to judge rightly of some it is necessary to see them near, of others we can never judge rightly but at a distance.

Sometimes we lose friends for whose loss our regret is greater than our grief, and others for whom our grief is greater than our regret.

We often credit ourselves with vices the reverse of what we have, thus when weak we boast of our obstinacy.

The soul's maladies have their relapses like the body's. What we take for a cure is often just a momentary rally or a new form of the disease.