It is the habit of mediocre minds to condemn all that is beyond their grasp.

Why is it that our memory is good enough to retain the least triviality that happens to us, and yet not good enough to recollect how often we have told it to the same person?

As it is the mark of great minds to say many things in a few words, so it is that of little minds to use many words to say nothing.

What men have called friendship is only a social arrangement, a mutual adjustment of interests, an interchange of services given and received; it is, in sum, simply a business from which those involved propose to derive a steady profit for their own self-love.

The passions of youth are not more dangerous to health than is the lukewarmness of old age.

As one grows older, one becomes wiser and more foolish.

The first lover is kept a long while, when no offer is made of a second.