Simplicity is a delicate imposition.

The heart of man ever finds a constant succession of passions, so that the destroying and pulling down of one proves generally tobe nothing else but the production and the setting up of another.

In the human heart there is a ceaseless birth of passions, so that the destruction of one is almost always the establishment of another.

It is more often from pride than from defective understanding that people oppose established opinions: they find the best places taken in the good party and are reluctant to accept inferior ones.

The mind cannot long play the heart's role.

If it were not for poetry, few men would ever fall in love.

It is difficult to like those whom we do not esteem; but it is no less so to like those whom we esteem more than ourselves.