We often forgive those who bore us, but we cannot forgive those whom we bore.

There is at least as much eloquence in the voice, eyes, and air of a speaker as in his choice of words.

Men more easily renounce their interests than their tastes.

The accent of one's birthplace remains in the mind and in the heart as in one's speech.

We pardon to the extent that we love.

The world is full of pots jeering at kettles.

All the passions are nothing else than different degrees of heat and cold of the blood.