What makes lovers never tire of one another is that they talk always about themselves.

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

He who imagines he can do without the world deceives himself much; but he who fancies the world cannot do without him is still more mistaken.

The constancy of the wise is only the art of keeping disquietude to one's self.

Too great haste to repay an obligation is a kind of ingratitude.

If we are to judge of love by its consequences, it more nearly resembles hatred than friendship.

People would not long remain in social life if they were not the dupes of each other.