Most people judge men by their success or their good fortune.

If there be a love pure and free from the admixture of our other passions, it is that which lies hidden in the bottom of our heart, and which we know not ourselves.

Sometimes, occasions occur in life which demand you to be a little foolish in order to skillfully extricate yourself.

It is not expedient or wise to examine our friends too closely; few persons are raised in our esteem by a close examination.

Every one complains of a poor memory, no one of a weak judgment.

Prudence and love are inconsistent; in proportion as the last increases, the other decreases.

None deserve praise for being good who have not the spirit to be bad: goodness, for the most part, is nothing but indolence or weakness of will.