Unfaithfulness ought to extinguish love, and we should not be jealous when there is reason to be. Only those who give no grounds for jealousy are worthy of it.

Avarice misapprehends itself almost always. There is no passion which more often will miss its aim, nor upon which the present has so much influence to the prejudice of the future.

That good disposition which boasts of being most tender is often stifled by the least urging of self-interest.

Happiness does not consist in things themselves but in the relish we have of them.

Self-love, as it happens to be well or ill conducted, constitutes virtue and vice.

Generosity is the vanity of giving.

How can we expect another to keep our secret if we have been unable to keep it ourselves?