It is no tragedy to do ungrateful people favors, but it is unbearable to be indebted to a scoundrel.

Jealousy is not so much the love of another as the love of ourselves.

No men are oftener wrong than those that can least bear to be so.

There is a kind of elevation which does not depend on fortune; it is a certain air which distinguishes us, and seems to destine us for great things; it is a price which we imperceptibly set upon ourselves.

Treachery is more often the effect of weakness than of a formed design.

What keeps us from abandoning ourselves entirely to one vice, often, is the fact that we have several.

There are some who never would have loved if they never had heard it spoken of.