Nothing is rarer than real goodness.

Love, all agreeable as it is, charms more by the fashion in which it displays itself, than by its own true merit.

Considering how little the beginning or the ceasing to love is in our own power, it is foolish and unreasonable for the lover or his mistress to complain of one another's inconstancy.

They that apply themselves to trifling matters commonly become incapable of great ones.

Virtue would go far if vanity did not keep it company.

Whatever pretended causes we may blame our afflictions upon, it is often nothing but self-interest and vanity that produce them.

We are never so happy, nor so unhappy, as we suppose ourselves to be.