As long as we love, we can forgive.

The generality of men have, like plants, latent properties, which chance brings to light.

Our enemies come nearer the truth in the opinions they form of us than we do in our opinion of ourselves.

We have no patience with other people's vanity because it is offensive to our own.

Women can less easily surmount their coquetry than their passions.

Praise is flattery, artful, hidden, delicate, which gratifies differently him who praises and him who is praised. The one takes it as the reward of merit, the other bestows it to show his impartiality and knowledge.

We are inconsolable at being deceived by our enemies and being betrayed by our friends, yet we are often content in be being treated like that by our own selves.